When all this started it was just me.
Writing to try getting emotions out.
Counting syllables, making rhymes.
It brought some order to my chaos.
Now other people are listening to me.
They say that they like all my poetry.
Oh how I hope that it is always true.
That you can see my art and love it.
Screaming into the hurricane, I said.
Trying to be really heard by anyone.
Everyone is always so busy with life,
and they don’t have time to hear it all.
It’s okay, I don’t always listen either,
life and kids and work and emotions.
That last one is a full time job for me.
It’s why I create. Because I have to.
So I write and I will continue to write,
for all of those who do appreciate it.
For the likes and comments and more.
They sustain me on the rough days.
Maybe one day I’ll be the hurricane,
and everyone will hear my gusting.
Love and rhymes, syllables, lines.
I make them all for me and for you.