Ode to the Struggling Writer…
I don’t know why I agonize
Does it matter if it’s “just” or “only”?
No one will ever read it anyways
It’s just for my eyes
Or is it only?
Still….
I continue anyways
Some dim hope glimmers
And pushes
Despite the meaningless I feel.
As time ticks by
I ebb and flow
But unlike the Moon
It matters to me.
And that is all I know.