The Heart of Every Page

Blood, sweat, and tears—poured onto a page,

Ink-stained fingers marking time, line by line.

You give your joy, your sorrow, your rage,

In words crafted carefully, raw, yet refined.

Every thought, every detail, each character's soul,

All woven with care into stories we feel.

You share parts of yourself to make something whole,

A mosaic of truth, of dreams, made real.

But they may call it "too much," or "not enough,"

Label your depth shallow, your passion mere whim.

They miss the weight in each word, though rough,

Each line like a heartbeat, fierce and dim.

It takes courage to face every blank white page,

To bleed from the heart, to offer your voice.

No matter the doubts, the hurt, the rage,

Writing is a calling, not just a choice.

So make stories, write poems, share your threads,

Let courage and love guide your hands and your pen.

For every "no" that may linger, unsaid,

A thousand more voices await you again.

And though ink may run dry, you’re never alone—

Passion and courage are seeds that you’ve sown.

Supports are your steps, ideas your feet—

Write, dear writer, and make your world complete.

Keep creating, sharing, and reaching for your goals. Your words have the power to inspire and touch others deeply.