Why Do I Write?

Another decade and a multitude of reasons, most different from the prior decade.

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I write to be the sun, and not the flower requiring the sun.

I write because writing shows me how to live.

I write to feel everything, to connect with universal emotions.

I write to confront what hurt me, the trauma inside a vault.

I write to reconcile pain even while I seek joy.

I write to contradict the voice that says I’m not qualified enough, educated enough, enough.

I write to ruffle fears’ feathers, giving voice to what wants to be silent.

I write to trust myself more, to prove the weight of my words.

I write to open hearts and minds.

I write to excavate gems from the unlit cave of history.  

I write to answer the voice that nags, begs, whines until words are shaped, sung.

I write to discover crumbs of bread, beckoning me to follow the path. 

I write to give one person a message, born for them to see something otherwise unseen.

I write to satisfy the craving to be seen, respected, and loved, however unevolved.

I write to wrap my arms around the questions I hadn't thought to ask.

I write to honor ancestors whose voices were lost, quieted, or squelched.

I write to teach my grandchildren what I’ve learned.

I write for emotional healing for myself and others.

I write to feel less alone, and so others can feel less alone.

I write, driven by gale force winds to shape sentences like waves crashing.

I write to honor the human spirit, through love and affirmation.

I write to be a storyteller, a web of shared stories connecting us.

I write words for the chance to softly and fiercely and surprisingly offer new perspectives.

I write to satisfy my selfish need to make a difference.

I write to elicit untapped stories in others.

I write to be a part of collective healing.

I write to discover the possibility of holding something new in my hands or my heart..

I write to express joy and sorrow, melancholy and mischief.

I write to process grief and to practice living joyfully in spite of pain.

I write to become the full expression of my soul.

I write. I must. I keep writing.

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