Why I write

Things keep spinning in my head

I seek for a way out here and there

Words in my heart unsaid

Feelings that look to portray in my say

Then I write

For the tears that could not fall

and the laughter that remained unshared

the love that saw no growth

and the pain that remained unhealed

I write

for the smiles that are spread in air

and the walks that went from a step to years

the togetherness that were cherished

and the sentiments that were felt

I write

when my scream is to small to be heard

when my joys are much to share 

when loneliness becomes my companion

and emptiness endure my world

letter by letter words are formed

through all these phase they tend to come

for during these rise and falls

writing is what I do all