.

Suffering said to Pain,
"Sister, how can this be?
Why are are we here?
When will we be free?"

Said Pain to her sister,
"You whine too much!
You ask too many questions..
You don't accept God's touch"

Angered - Suffering quipped,
"God's Touch sister dear?
Our world so full of ugliness
Have you not looked in a mirror??"

Pain rolled her eyes
"Suffering, how long has this been?
Since the beginning of dawn
Til we reach each night's end.."

Suffering sighed, exasperated
"Pain, I love you..I do
But how do you go on??
Tell me, how to settle without truth?"

Pain softened.. replied,
"Dear sister mine, be still..
I know not more than you
But, I see it is God's will."

Suffering, now resigned
Knew the argument she'd lose
Pawn pushed across chess board
"Sister Pain, its now your move.."

A simple question,
four words, why do I write?
I write for me,
to escape from the world.
I write to express myself
in a way I wouldn’t be able to with my voice.
I write for others,
to entertain them,
put a smile on their face,
or to let them know they aren't alone.
I write to forget.
I write to remember.  
I write because I know the paper won’t judge me.
The pen will never disagree with me, even if I am wrong.
I write because there are no boundaries, no expectations.
I have the ability to create anything with just words on a paper.
I write to save my imagination, to expand it.
I write to better understand my surroundings,
to see the world in different ways.
I write to hate.
I write to love.
To cry.
To smile.
I write to communicate,
if no one will listen.
I write for various reasons.
But most of all,
I write because in second grade
my teacher told me I could be an amazing writer.

He knows it when I'm in pain,
He knows the blood that runs through my veins.

He knows it when I am ill,
He treats me with a thousand pills.

He knows my body and it's curves,
He comforts me with much love..

He is the one who treats,
God is  the one who heals,
Yet he's more than a doctor,
He's the flickering ray of hope in my ordeal....