My Truth

He says he can't write

if what he's writing isn't truth.

He doesn't understand the purpose

of stanzas or breaking lines.

I have words scattered

most still in my mind

seldom ever written

each thought over thought.

I'm not sure if there's a point

often I use rhyme over reason.

Maybe he's right,

but whats a truth before you write?

What was once a thought?

I haven't written in ages,

we're both stressing over empty pages,

but here's one truth I can write.