I poured my heart into each line,
Spent hours crafting every rhyme.
But no matter how hard I tried,
My poems never gained much stride.
I posted them, I shared them around,
But only crickets made a sound.
I wanted to be heard and seen,
But my words just fell between.
What was it that I lacked,
That made my poems fall flat?
Then one day, a stranger came,
With words that put my heart aflame.
They said,
“Don't give up,...