Writer's Whispers

Why I write still

To be honest,

All I really want

Is for my poems to help someone.
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And sometimes

I write and share them

Doubting they would impact a soul

Or even spark something in someone's mind...

That would die a split second later.
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But...

I'm stupid

Or... Rather what I do is stupid:

I write... And write...

I write poem upon poem

Even with my doubts staring me in the face

As I jot down word upon word.

I write,

Like the world would end if I didn't write a poem that my poetic alter ego urged me to write...

Because there's no harm in trying -

Worst case scenario is I waste 15 minutes of my life...

Best case scenario,

Well I help someone somehow...or save someone? Okay, that's probably too big:

Realistically, I'd make someone smile

Or open their eyes and mind to something new or another perspective.
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I guess writing is still worth it.