I am sited here and my need to write is stronger than my desire to neglect.
I feel disposed to the fact that in writing I become more alive
I write on so that these words may never be forgotten
For these words maybe the only bible someone's ever going to read.
I write for my soul, for in the release of words I find a new different kind of life
A redemption in knowing that my words can obtain a life of their own
I write to speak, to share to reach out
for this is the only time I am truest to my being.
I write to grow.
Now, these may be the only lines written, in yet few lines but you see,
These words make more meaning to me than the dictionary and encyclopedia combined.
For I know the reason I write.
I write for yet another life to live
For memories to be kept
and for moments to be shared.
I write for the lone girl that sits beneath the oak tree hoping for a journey to take,
for the boy that finds peace in the rhymes that flow from words.
I write for generations to come,
For children I will sire,
I write for the pen is my utmost treasured weapon through life.
