If there’s a desire to write there’s words to be said.
I’m not even sure if that’s true.
Do those words need to be said.
Does anything need to be said?
If the words were said, does that mean someone needs to hear?
Does anyone need to hear?
What is to be heard?
I speak my words and they are heard.
What then?
It doesn’t matter.
My desire was to write, and here I am.
What happens to the words beyond that
was not my desire
nor is it my worry.
In this writing, I am free from worry.
I am, and I write.
I know:
The words I write have a meaning,
even when I don’t see the meaning.
Because I had a desire to write.
So meaning was there.
And meaning will be found.