Why do I bother?
Why do I write?
Why do I struggle with words every night?
To convince all the wronged
The despised and forlorn
That they’re not alone and can survive the scorn.
So I’m penning a story
Of hope and redemption
I’m screaming it loud so I’ll get your attention.
You click and you like and you comment and follow
But have you considered why you feel so hollow?
So empty inside, so frayed at the seams.
Consumed by dark nightmares which once were bright dreams.
Your plight has been sanctioned
Left bitter and vanquished
And try as you might you’re all out of lost chances.
Friendships, romances all of them dead
You made this mess so best lie in your bed.
Your soul is in tatters
You’ve lost all that matters.
Dragged down rabbit holes, you’re the maddest of hatters.
But I’ve been where you are
I will show you my scars
I was dead in the gutter
But could still taste the stars.
Stripped bare but He cared
He reached down to me there
Grace cloaked my disgrace
From the whispers and stares.
So that’s why I write
I’ve recovered my sight
Scales fallen from eyes
To reveal truth and might.
Better times lie ahead
For the damned and the dead
Turn your back to the lies and embrace truth instead.
Why do you write?