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.