Why I Read

WHY I READ

Lord, I have a story to tell

Like a babe growing within

Causing my old soul to swell

Yearning for life to begin

I  dread the pain that will be

When the words finally start

Flowing from the depth of me

Bruising and crushing my heart

So far and up until now

I've dribbled and squandered

Skirting around it, somehow

Off the path I've wandered

I distract myself by reading

What others have to say

All the while I'm needing

To face myself in yesterday

So, reading is an escape, you see

Hiding from my failure fright

And the story that is within me

Is withering for lack of light

But it must be born someday

Else it will die with me

God, help me write my say

Set my soul-baby free!

12-09-09