The only thing that matters

Before, it didn’t matter what I

wrote

Or how long it took

Or how good it sounded

It only mattered that I

wrote.

It wasn’t about how many poems I could

crank out

Or how many syllables I

sounded out

Or how many blank pages I filled up.

It only mattered that I let the words spill from my brain to my

pen to

Ink stained on paper.

It wasn’t about how I could one-up someone else

Or if I was the best

Or if I was even someone

to begin with.

It didn’t matter if people liked what I had to say and it

didn’t matter if anyone read it

at all.

The only thing that mattered was that I wrote.

 

I’m starting to think I liked it better that way.

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