Why I write

because I have to.

I write.

Not because I want to, but because I have to.

There are strings of words ready to bloom,

in need of expression.

Thoughts, eager to be told.

There are depths in search of excavation,

Shallow grounds that need ploughing.

There is within me an intense desire to be heard, if not seen.

A longing to share our commonalities.

Humanity.

Sometimes only from a word…