"A poet doesn't write because she has a solution.
She writes because she has hope."
We pick up the pen to write the words
we cannot speak aloud.
We write to loose the feelings
too powerful to keep inside.
We write to say we care, in hopes our words
move other hearts.
We write to spread light and love,
hoping those who need encouragement
will tiptoe away from our words
with renewed hope, knowing they are not alone.
We write hoping that those who read our words
will know who we are.
We write so when we are gone,
our children may one day say
"this is who she was", in case they didn't know.
We write the way birds sing:
the notes are within, and they want to come out,
gladsong at morning,
evensong at close of day.
We write to leave a trail that says:
to find me, come this way.
for my prompt at Midweek Motif: the joy of poetry. Why do we write?