What's A Poet For (Poetry)

I’ve often wondered
what I’m doing here
on this so-white page
making marks I dream
might have some meaning

I’m spilling out words
from a broken life
mapping each rough shape
random blots of thought
falling as they like

Who is all this for?
Will a reader see
anything that links —
connects inwardly —
draws some parallel?

Can it make them feel —
ache the way I do
is some sneaky scheme
working its way through
underlying sense?

Is this therapy
or a twisted gift?
Is the call divine?
Maybe it’s a myth —
the mistake just mine