A writer’s woe

A poem about a writer expressing the woe all writers share.

Does anyone care what I say?

Who am I to say that?

Will anyone buy it?

I dread a life where my offerings sit stagnant

And then buried in the dust of neglect

Unread

Unloved

Unmoved

I yearn to feel the heart of humanity pulsate in my hand

To hear a thunderous sigh of relief echo throughout the community that their deepest longings are unified in the words I write

Will I merely splash ink across the page?

To purge my woes and be met with the deafening silence of never being heard?

Come back to truth

The second we try too hard is the second we lose

Misalign our words from our heart

A life-line broken

Want people to care?

Quench what our heart aches to share

And we might just console another