I feel I can no longer write anymore
It seems readers would rather ignore than explore
Writing is a commitment I chose to do
But as of now I am simply through
I write so others can enjoy
It’s not a game and a ploy
It’s my writing in having others enjoy
Writing is a gift from my heart
I remember when I write it was something I enjoyed
Writing was my devotion to share with the world
It actually made my heart swirl
My work seems to be passed on by
Yet every determination in effort with a continuous try
My writing seems to come as a storm
It’s my variety being different from the norm
Assertion using understandable words
Readership in wanting to be heard
So what have you felt in my writing all along?
Should I continue to write and is this where I truly belong?
You tell me if my writing captioned your heart
Have I truly made my mark
My writing being no secret
Respond to me now and if my writing has added that wow.