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!
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-i-write-21/
