As it came to me, raw unedited,
I wrote it down. 
It helped to keep it written in a form,
not condensed or complicated.
Work that would reach others, 
work that not necessarily is to everyone's taste,
but one that was true to myself.
I kept reflecting on why I was doing it.
I was grateful for the times I could share an insight into life.
One that I have not lived so long, 
but felt like I'd done many times before.
This may not be the truth.
It does not matter now.

© Krishdga    9.4.17