I write

To get away

Live in my own world

To know what lies outside the window

To see if I can make anyone feel what I do

So you could cry like I did that day?

To inspire hope

Give my perspective

To share my past

For my kids

For my wife

For my ghosts

On a whim

Because the spark of an idea

A thought that pops into my head

Or just because the sun came up

Until I can no longer hold a pen

Or press on a key

I write

Segundo Juan Devora