Why I Write!
why do i write?
and what makes it real?
be it clever use of words
and phrase... rhymes,
cadence, hidden meanings....
no, what makes it real
is this: when you can
take the tears from a
hungry child's face...
and write them with a
naked hand... and give
them as a gift so intimate
and near to the heart,
that it causes someone else
to feel this hunger, and
to want to do something
about it, to get involved....
that's why i write!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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