Contemplative Micro-Poetry

At times, I wonder.
I wonder, will she ever read this?
Should I even keep writing?
Will she call me crazy?
Will she cease to be my friend?
Why do I keep writing?
Thoughts attack me:
Defeat and fear grab ahold of my pencil.
Maybe, I am not as smart or wise as I assume.
At times, I wonder.
I wonder, will she even care?

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