I write because I feel alive
I write because I feel obliged

I write to fill the empty air with words
I write to give the empty sheaths swords

I write to give a dark dark hole,
A light, a start, a Soul

I write to give all my strife,
A worth, a meaning, a breath of life

I write to give my breathless lips,
Something to hold, to say, or resist

I write to take a meaningless word,
And make it into something seen, felt, and Heard!