(but what if I’m not really a Writer?)

What if I’m just Deluded?
And no one will ever read another word that I write?

(have I lost you already?)

I think that –
I’d still have the stories in my head
I’d still want to explore those people, and those places
(and especially all their secrets)
I know I’d still need the sheer escape of writing

So, I reckon that . . .
I’d still love it

I’d still write.


So that’s ok then.