I regret I have to nullify some misconceptions
That I find in most reviewers, that is so common,
They have this thing about deserving such a notion
That writers write for their entitled commendation.
While some may write for purposes of public worship,
Applause and vain words to feed their ego trip-
Some do write simply because it's passion at their grip
They write as artists do - whether or not there's plaudit.
For the analeptic balm that writing may accord
Flows out in rhymes and lines, perhaps a healing word,
Therein lies the soothing antidote none can afford
Releasing pain, heartache, stress and even discord.
If writing will be a need that's so dependent
On other's thumbs-up and their vague entitlement,
Then it loses all that it can give the one who sent
Words of heart that was for him, his own payment.
All Rights Reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~04.22.14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem