When the words won’t find their way from our hearts to our voices, we write.
When the storms brew and the thunder booms, and we worry once again about the damage the storms may cause, we write.
When the months outlast the money, and we see no path to catching up, we write.
When injustice seems to hide the face of all that is good, great, and beautiful, we write.
When our deepest secrets are too deep for others to handle, we write.
When we lose our way amid the clamor of the ever-hostile and confusing world, we write.
When we don’t know what else to do, or where else to turn, we write.
When we have words that need to get out, but no one who hears, we write.
When we long for someone to listen, but no one cares, we write.
