Lately I have not been able to write
my mind has been preoccupied
I am asking myself
can a poem bring solace and peace?
Will my writing
set anyone’s mind at ease?
And when I write
will I ever be
someone’s poetic pharmacy?
I know I won’t change the world
my silent screams remain unheard
my only weapon is my pen
and I don’t know
how to get started when
no matter how much I write
I will never save anyone’s life
Maybe I can make it a little bit better
and my poetry will make someone smile
maybe in the end
it won’t even matter
but it is important that I tried
© Nevenka Mucic 2024-07-12