Questioning My Writing’s Purpose

Sometimes I wonder
why I bother to share
my feelings
my words
Why I offer up
my hopes
my dreams
Expose my
past and my
failures
What purpose does
any of this
serve
When I know
how easily I’ll
be forgotten
How quickly
the paper I’ve
scribbled on
and the memory of
who I was will
dissolve into
nothing
Why do I bother
Why do I share
Does any of it
mean anything

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10 thoughts on “Questioning My Writing’s Purpose

    • Perhaps it’s collective feeling all writer’s feel. Some off and on. Some with every word scribbled. Thank you for your comment xx And the Kerouac quote. I’ll be jotting that down somewhere for future reference

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