Poem: Writerly Doubts

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Sometimes I wonder:

does anyone read
what I put on the page?
do my words ever make
a difference?

Am I wasting my time
as I tap on my keyboard
my fingers cramp up
every hour, every day?

I have a voice 
that must be heard
my characters have stories
but what if the audience is

Just me?

Will I be one of those 
whose words make an impact
only after I am dead?
At that point, I wouldn't give a damn.

Should I scream louder
Defy the algorithm
Be bold and obnoxious
Scatter my energy?

Or should I just write
let my ideas tell the tale
And my truth ring true
even if no one cares?

My writer's heart wonders.





 

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