The Words That Remain
There is some pain which is unsaid,
There is a part which is still possessed..
There is a path which is not yet traveled,
There are some words which are still unread..
The question still remains, 'why do I write?'
Because it lets me feel what my heart wants to feel..
Because there is a lie that I want to expose..
And I write because there is an I in I, that I want to keep alive..
@readers- why do you write?