I write because it is what I always wanted to do. I write because it is a gift that keeps on giving. I write because no one will ever know how much you mean to me and how much you continue to mean to me. You have taught me and guided me from the very beginning, and though it's hard sometimes, I am proud to be your friend and your fan.
Thank you for the beautiful words you have written. I am humbled by your kind words. You are an important part of my life and writing journey and I hope that we all continue to inspire each other for a long time to come.
So there it is, a bit of a look into the mind of one writer dealing with his struggling audience. These may seem like dark times, but I am confident that poetry will never die as long as people like us who enjoy poetry exist.
Nowhere is there a shortage of appreciative readers. Even if we could not find the right words to tell you, or put into writing how much we value your presence in our lives, I think you know how much you mean to us.
I am glad that you can feel our appreciation in the cheers and applause that come from readers all around the world. We all cheer for each other when we don't have anyone in real life to support us. We are sincere, admit it, and completely full of awe.
But yet, your audience is all around you. You have a legion of people who celebrate and appreciate you, who find joy in your triumphs, who cry with you in your sorrows, who understand you and support you even when they cannot be there because they never were there in person.
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Richard, dear friend, thank you for being here
I write because it is what I always wanted to do. I write because it is a gift that keeps on giving. I write because no one will ever know how much you mean to me and how much you continue to mean to me. You have taught me and guided me from the very beginning, and though it's hard sometimes, I am proud to be your friend and your fan.
Thank you for the beautiful words you have written. I am humbled by your kind words. You are an important part of my life and writing journey and I hope that we all continue to inspire each other for a long time to come.
So there it is, a bit of a look into the mind of one writer dealing with his struggling audience. These may seem like dark times, but I am confident that poetry will never die as long as people like us who enjoy poetry exist.
Nowhere is there a shortage of appreciative readers. Even if we could not find the right words to tell you, or put into writing how much we value your presence in our lives, I think you know how much you mean to us.
I am glad that you can feel our appreciation in the cheers and applause that come from readers all around the world. We all cheer for each other when we don't have anyone in real life to support us. We are sincere, admit it, and completely full of awe.
No, you are not alone.
You have me, here with you as always.
I will always be here for you because we share the same feelings : )
Why do I write?
Who is my audience?
In the dark abyss they sit Desperate
Helpless
Hopeless
Sad
Destroyed by life's circumstances, Fate's ceaseless woes
They have searched for a flicker,
A beam in the pure pitch
Of endless night.
Something.
Some word or phrase,
Some insight.
Knowledge
Truth.
" It gives us strangely a little aid."
So they might stumble upon me,
Me and my life.
Me, a fellow sojourner,
Given refuge in the storm.
Dear Jeff,
They will not find it. They cannot.
They are too weak for the journey, and do not
have the strength to abandon the ship.
But yet, your audience is all around you. You have a legion of people who celebrate and appreciate you, who find joy in your triumphs, who cry with you in your sorrows, who understand you and support you even when they cannot be there because they never were there in person.