Life is a gift, words are
Healers. Yes words can heal
Numb souls. I write because
My heart wants to scream.
I write because I believe
In the power of words.

I write because the universe
Whispers words of hope.
I write because my soul is
Flooded with untold stories.

I chose this pen to be my beloved
Messenger for I refuse to take
These stories to my grave.

I will not rest knowing I had
So much to tell. The soil won’t
Make use of my stories. The soil
Doesn’t plead for hope nor does
It cry.

Time is given now I will not wait
Because tomorrow favours no one.

Tomorrow remains unknown.
Allow me to tell my story.
Penned from the heart to
The World.