I've Always Wanted to Write, But

I've always wanted to write....But.

Which particular string of words would I use to stop the atrocities of war, hunger, disease?

How would I arrange the letters, syllables and words to make people lay down their arms, to make them realise that there’s room for everybody. We can all fit, in this vast world.

Can I write clean the filth and squalor and decay or the emptiness of somebody who has hit the bottom. When the pain in their eyes screams, ‘I can't go on.’

I can write on a page, Homes for all. Come along and take your pick. But will the homes appear, and if they did, could I write them so that they didn’t take anymore of our pillaged and raped countryside?

I can write, Food for all, but will the crops grow green and lush in the drought-ravaged earth?

I'm working a night shift, listening to the mumbles from the madhouse.

The day is but four hours old, you’d expect quiet. It’s never quiet here. Tortured souls are never silent.

A lady repeats the same sound, over and over again. ‘Maammmmmmmm mmmaaaaa. mmmmmaaaaaaammmmmmaaaa mmmmaaaaaaaammmmaaaaa.’

Is she calling for her mother to take her from her misery? Or is she making the only sound that her addled mind has left? Is she trying it over and over, all day, all night, not daring to sleep? Is she scared to put the sound away in case this last thread of communication is taken away from her? Could I write any words to calm her?

People are wailing, crying, shouting out, ‘Help me. Help me please.’ What nightmares roam their rooms, their minds, keeping them from the sweeter dreams of sleep? What words could I write to help them?

Show me how to re-arrange the anagram of letters that would stop people beating the innocent children. They beat into them a loss of their innocence, so that those children grow into damaged adults and in turn beat the innocent children.

Tell me how to use the written word to erase, a mother's heartache when she’s lost a child to death, a child who should never have gone before her.

Teach me, how to write to the schoolyard bully.

Give me the words to show him that to begin preying on the weak and insecure is wrong. Give me please the words to show a six year old bully, compassion.

The words, to do all of these things would be words of such worth. Priceless writing, given out freely to all people to make a difference.

Is it possible to write away pain and misery? Id there one word, in any language that can stop ignorance?

If there is, I don’t know it.

But

if everybody wrote a positive thought every day. If they wrote a letter to a friend, a few words of love to make somebody feel wanted. Or even wrote away their anger and bitterness, in therapeutic purging. If they wrote a card to a neglected loved one or just wrote words of hope.

Wouldn't that be a start?

Could it make a difference?

I've always wanted to write and—this is where I start.