You Are Not Alone, Poet

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Write, even when your voice trembles-
for somewhere, another poet-
is waiting to feel less alone.
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You are not a solitary spark,
but part of a quiet constellation,
each word you write-
lighting another unseen star.
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Do not chase perfection-
chase truth.
For the simplest line, born from your soul,
can outlive a thousand perfect verses.
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Remember,
you are not just a writer of words,
but a keeper of hearts,
a witness to the unseen.
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So rise, poet,
your voice matters,
your silence speaks,
and your poem may be-
someone’s reason to hope.

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