it's so easy to fall into the trap of believing this is all for nothing. in fact, it is too easy.
flitting towards candle light until your wings have melted into the wax
devouring your reflection in a cracked mirror and tracing the edges of the glass
sighing into the empty, shallow air and suffocating
you need to remember why you write
why anyone writes-
for the chance
of discovery, relatability, community
resiting against this big bad world
full of candle light and protest signs
and violence fueled by political flyers
and robots that double tap broken screens
and bloody clothes and broken children
you write for yourself
and the aching bones of humanity
which lie cluttered around your decaying skull.