I write because I can.
If I don't, I can feel myself bleeding out
There is not a person on this planet, or any other
That listens as well as the pen and the paper.
Not a soul who won't judge you,
Except the ink and the page.
I write because I have to.
I have a story to tell
One of pain and sorrow, and regret and shame
But also one of triumph and joy.
A story where, against all odds,
The good guy comes out on top.
I write because others need me to.
Everyone has a story to share.
We all have experiences that, when put into words, create a beauty that could change the world.
One story starts another which starts another,
Until one day, we all finally share in the victory over our pain
A triumph nothing and no one can take away from us.
Because when we unite under the written word,
There is nothing that could defeat us.