The Writer

When he writes,
He reveals a part of his soul
Some stories of his life
That haven't been shared or told
It doesn't matter to him
Whether they, the ones who make news
With their razor-sharp tongues,
Feel appeased or not
His purpose is pure
To give: Of his thoughts and feelings
Hopes and aspirations
Knowledge and wisdom
Life's lessons and more
And in return, he expects nothing
Nothing at all
For writing is all he can do
To connect with another soul