What it Takes.

Today I recieved two phone calls, from two different people whom both had a similiar tug at their heart strings. The one caller did not even say hello but spilled into a heartfelt poem of loss and mourning. The poem evoked such emotion that my eyes fogged up with tears, and tugged at my core. So, when I was informed it was a poem I had written some 13 years ago, I was in shock.
I truly had not remembered the poem, but stongly remembered the dear friend I had lost, for whom it was written. After hearing the poem a few times it slowly started coming back, but then so did a realization.
I love to write, but that doesn't make it great. Sometimes it very difficult. This poem was very special though, and now I know what made it so. Love. People have asked me, what my writing style is? I never knew what it was. Today, I know. I cannot write well, writing about myself. I write about others, for my love and appreciation of them. People give me the gift of writing, and writing well............people.