
What, I wonder, do I have to say
That has not been said until today
Is it worth stringing the ideas that crowd
My mind, into words, should they be allowed
To crystallize into prose or verse to add
To the plethora of writing that’s mediocre, or bad
Do my words have the potential to create
An impact on the reader, can they resonate
With someone, or would they fall flat
I have no way to predict something like that
I know what sells, but formulaic I cannot be
My words have to represent authenticity
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I decide to put my thoughts on paper despite
This conundrum, the only way to fight
The monster of self-doubt that keeps raising its head
Is to actually write, whether or not it is read