Comments and corrections, suggestions, welcome.

I paint words with heart.
So others know I am here, was here,
a part of me to stay on when I die. I carry visions.
To celebrate that I am alive,
to celebrate love.

I have heard and seen things that are so bad
that I must write them.
to get them off me.
Like mosquitos, they stick.
The pain softens, yet I am passing it to another.
This is wrong, or is it simply truth.

I write because I can, and
because I love, and to sing life true.
I write because it is beautiful,
and my soul wants to create
beauty.

To share this on the page and keep it forever,
spill happiness from my heart
as a gift to all who read...

I will die, am afraid to die, so must write.
Enlighten the world with God knows what
for who am I to take on that great burden.
All knowledge must be shared, much less wisdom.
Hopefully, in this golden age
this is some here for me to share.

Hi Gail..I wanted to post a full edit here, but I want your permission first.

I think this could be a great poem with a few minor edits for clarity.

Hugh: as this is already posted, I am not adverse to tweaking it a bit, but could you message me? Thanks.

Sure. I'll send it today.