Do you understand me through what I write?
Do I confuse you or not make sense?
Do you think I can write at all?
Do I express myself well?

All these questions go through my head
When my fingers type and form these words
I try my best, raw and unedited

Creative, imaginative, real feelings
Unscrambling from all the crevasses from my brain

Real or fiction
Words become stories
Touching someone’s life
In a positive way

That’s what makes me a writer
Uniquely, in my own way...
(I hope)