I write to remember,
I write to forget,
I write to understand
pain in life.
To feel the pity
for the poor,
victims oppressed,
the old, a burden to all.
I write to survive
in this world of mockery and disdain.
I write to feel love,
for women,
children,
men,
alike.
I write to cross the river of life,
to see the other shore,
past obstacles, boulders
and waterfalls.
I write to
see paradise ahead of me,
where beauty and happiness is all.
Ana Rush
