More Than Words - a Poet's Worth

I write a poem tonight and I wonder what is the value of my words? Who decides their significance if not I? I cherish my poetic soul. When I’m not writing, I feel less than whole I borrow words to fill an unfillable hole. More often than not I question my poetic worth. Still I write and feel less alone. In this fast-paced cyber world it seems to me few slow down to breathe in God, life, emotions, creation’s infinite colors – dark and light the beauty and ugliness of it all words. So, I wrote a poem tonight more than words for an audience of one. If one becomes two, then four then more – I am grateful to share my love a piece of my soul but I am at peace with an audience of one.