The Reason for It All

I write,
                    I have to write.
            what is the use
                                 of writing
                                          if my scribbles are never read?
I speak
                    I have to speak.
           what is the point
                                   of speaking
                                           if my words are never heard?
I breathe
                   I have to breathe.
            what is the purpose
                                        of breathing
                                                if my breaths are never shared?

May 1996