Someone Tells Me to Write

Write
by Tacy Gibbons

Someone tells me to write.

I’m not good enough.
I’ll never be good enough.
Someone tells me to write.

No one will ever read my words.
It doesn’t matter anyway.
Someone tells me to write.

What’s the point?
It won’t go anywhere.
Someone tells me to write.

It hurts. It’s hard.
I don’t know if I have it in me anymore.

Someone tells me to write . . . 

Sometimes it’s my husband encouraging me. Sometimes I think it’s God. Or maybe it’s just my own voice in my head. But someone tells me to write. I don’t know why—if it has to do with depression or something else—but recently it has been hard to write. Even though someone is telling me to do it, I struggle. Maybe it’s because it meant so much to me when I was younger. My ultimate dream in life was to become a published author. While I’ve had a few poems published, it’s not what the dream looked like. Yet there are still so many words and stories in my soul. Sometimes it’s hard, sometimes it’s even painful, sometimes I no longer believe in myself at all. And I’m still going to write, when I can.