Words

Has not everything already been written by someone?

Have not the tales of love and disaster been penned by some stranger’s hand?

Have not the births and new beginnings been created from one person’s heart?

Have not the same adventures and dramas been expressed with ink and paper?

So what do I have to share? What can I say when I write that is so different from everything that is already out there?

That is the question I ask but know not the answer to. I wish to write and create something beautiful. Create a gathering of words that was not there before but now says something so poignant and distinct that it is one of a kind. But I know not what to write about. The desire and feelings are there, but not the words. What a terrible pity.