Still, I Write

I write every day.

Almost.

Sometimes, it's forced.

We're struggling

with money problems

and I don't know how

to keep above water.

Still, I write.

I don't know if anyone

reads my work

or if I'll win any contests

or if anything will come out of it.

Still, I write.

I pour out my soul

and heart

and put myself on the line.

Sometimes, it hurts.

Still, I write.

Others think it's a hobby

and not a career.

Still, I write.

Time marches on

as heavy as

an elephant parade.

I question every word.

And still,

with each new day,

I write.