Shout Into the Void

Some days, my words drift,
flung into an endless dark,
swallowed before they echo.

Other days, they flicker briefly,
noticed only by bots and spam,
a scam mistaken for hope.

But then, it happens,

a message,

a thank-you,

recognition for my work.

words that found a heartbeat.

And I breathe again.

Maybe what I do matters.
Maybe it always has.

So I’ll keep sending words into the void,
risking their silence,
trusting the echo
that somewhere, someone will stumble upon them,
and feel a little less alone.