Why Write?

100 sonnets in a row, 1K followers on Instagram, 

Numbers like these charm me, like a baby in a pram. 

I write for an audience, why shy from this fact,

If it doesn't strike a chord, why go through the act?

I love when someone likes it, sends an emoji that's heart, 

To not let praise, get to your head, is a slowly dying art.

But what happens when one day, the poem falls flat?

Or even worse, afraid of the balls, I don't pick up the bat?

To pour your heart in a sonnet, is consuming and quite hard, 

If no one appreciates your poems, would you still be called a bard? 

The need to keep writing, to be validated by at least one, 

Is stronger than to be playful, and do it all for fun.

I write for many reasons, in this matter I wont lie,

But the shenanigans are worthwhile, only if they catch your eye!