We, The Writers

This is for all the writers who face imposter's syndrome from time to time,

This is for the amazingly talented souls who feel that their skills aren't "enough" for the world

Chaotic embers that bloom in my head,

A litany of events,

In the minute sand.

Letters pile,

So does the vile,

Wondering,

"Is this path really worth my while?"

Made a compilation of all the rejections,

Thought repetition

Would lessen the impact of annihilation.

To all of us,

Who think we're just another drop.

To all of us,

Who think we're some kind of broken antics,

In a fancy relics store.

And to us writers,

Who've been told

"You dont have what it takes"

I want to tell you,

That voice is just another fake.

We all have our demons,

We all have our scars,

3 or 3000 likes,

Is not your talent's measurement

Neither is it the par.

So with all the ink in my pen,

I just want to say,

You have the determination to take you to lands afar.

For not with fancy words,

Neither with metaphors;

Grit

Will

And perseverance,

Through the thundercloud

Make us writers,

The toughest of the crowd.

So the next time morning madness sets in,

While going through the emails,

And reading "no, thank you"

Remind yourself why you started,

We are writers,

Words are our swords,

And rhythm is our shroud.