Why I Write
When life is glorious, resplendant, transcendent
Or when life is woeful, disconsolate, and black -
When life is amazing - when life is terrifying -
When I feel like I could reach up and touch heaven,
then hell explodes at the base of my neck -
When life is a kiss of death - or when life is
A loved ones final breath -
When life is a constant frustration - a constant
Jockeying for a position among 7 billion racers -
And when everything in me wants to give up and die -
I write because I can