Words flow freely from the pen,
Crafted with care and thought again,
But once they’re out, where do they land?
In a world of noise and shifting sands.
Struggling as a writer, to find a way,
To reach out and connect, day by day,
To touch the hearts and minds of all,
And make them hear your writer’s call.
It’s a challenge, but don’t give in,
Keep writing, let the words begin,
For one day, a connection will be made,
And all your struggles will surely fade.