What If

What if I just gave up the story that my words don’t matter. What if I gave up that you who praise my talent are simply being nice If I gave up that the concern that my voice would be criticized wishing for likes and new followers in a desperate attempt to be liked That those accomplished with letters galore after their name With awards on their shelves With commentators espousing their art Would walk on by scowling in my direction What if I boldly acknowledged that it is not about me That the reason why Dylan has so many friends is because he shares That putting words that flow through me on paper may inspire another to pick up their pen That while through this I may never earn a living it is the thing that gives me life Or gave up that I could not make a living What if I just allowed Just wrote Let love flow through me Changing my mood dark to clear The poison exiting my veins Giving my demons no thoughts to hang on to. What if