Why I Write

I admit,

I still don’t really know my value.

Though I suspect it’s with these poems,

I can help guide us all through.

I don’t write for money or fame,

That’s why I don’t care if the world remembers my name.


I write just to vent.


I write with a purpose, hell bent.

I’ve been presented with some strange gifts.

Used to call them curses,

Till I discovered what they all meant.


I feel your pain.

It sounds insane,

But I can get in your mind frame.

Don’t get caught up.

This is no delusion of grandeur.

I know what I am. 

I couldn’t care less if you concur. 

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