Am I Worthy Enough of Calling Myself a Writer?

Sometimes I wonder, do my words even matter?

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Am I even worthy,
Of calling myself a writer.
All I know,
Is that when inspiration hits,
Words flow,
Like a never-ending work shift.

All I know,
I need to vent.
My feelings,
My thoughts,
My anxiety,
My fears.
When it’s all on paper,
Clarity appears.
Then I begin to see,
The meaning of living life,
In its full glory.

I question my love for writing,
When I wonder,
Will someone even read what I write?
But I write everything that touches me,
In the hope,
That someone will finally feel,
That they aren’t fighting life’s challenges,
Alone,
Without any help in sight.

And so,
I pen my words,
Not letting numbers get to me.
But instead focusing on what my heart yearns to say,
When it experiences,
All of life’s mysterious possibilities.

Thank you so much for your time!