I don't know how
I got to the point
where I feel like
whatever I write
has to be so
profound, perfect, moving.
Even now I'm
counting syllables
on one hand and
looking for deeper
meaning in them
from a different view.
Really, I know
writing is what God
called me to do.
So why do I think
stories I tell
must conform in some way?
Nothing I write
seems worth asking for
your time to read it.
But I'll publish
this and hope that it
sparks my brain in
the place I need to write.
Writers write so
that is what I'll do.
