Writing What I Know

They tell you to write what you know.

Okay, then, well...

I know pain,

I know anger,

I know resentment, and anguish and despair.

I know hatred,

I know bitterness,

I know ignorance, and bigotry and isolation.

I know arrogance,

I know loneliness,

I know anxiety, depression, and fear.

But then, I must admit...

I know laughter,

I know music,

I know smiles, and hope, and tenderness.

I know children,

I know company,

I know friendship, and love, and support in the dark times.

I know affection,

I know warm winds and seaside breezes,

I know kindness, and security, and the world.

So, pray tell, dear reader...

What do I write about now?