I was asked a question, so simple to me:

‘Why do you write? What fun can there be?’

I wonder how I can make them see,

How writing is what sets me free.

Some think I am weird,

maybe a nerd.

Some of their comments are so absurd,

Which in the past I would have feared.

But writing heals me from my past.

My prior tears, they do not last.

When my heart needs a cast,

Writing a book fixes it fast.

Writing absolutely frees my mind.

It helps me leave my troubles behind.

It reminds me, that to myself, I must be kind,

Writing is the best therapist I can find.

I don’t write because I am bored.

I remember, I write, and then record.

My experiences have all been stored,

So that you may one day be restored.

I write for myself, and also for you.

I try my best to encourage a few.

My writing comes from a life so skew,

But thank the Lord, He has made me new.

When I write, I want to change lives.

My happy place, it is where I thrive.

I write about what I survived,

About all the times, I have been revived.

So, when they ask me, ‘why do I write?’

I simply say, it is where I find delight.

I don’t write for me, for you, or to fight,

I write, so that God’s light can shine bright.