Because

 

I write because today it is dark

and rainy out

and I am staying in.

I write because I live much in silence

and tapping on the keys is how I talk

to people, even though not many

will read my words.

I write to leave a trail behind me

so, after I'm gone, those who know me

will have a way to find me, and learn

things about me that they never knew.

I write because my tabletop Christmas tree

is sweet with twinkling lights, and I want

to share it with you.

I write because I made a big pot

of potato leek soup yesterday, and 

it makes me happy.

I write because words arrived

with urgency when I was fourteen

and I knew I was meant to write

them all down.

I write to chart
the journey I have made

through this world
that is beautiful and troubled enough

to break your heart, and then heal it.

I write to say thank you

to the All That Is

for such a fine journey.

inspired by I Write Because by Anne Marsland of Wild Writing.