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
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