I’m going to write a rhyme because I told myself I would
Sometimes I let it slide and feel the dragging weight of should
But it’s easier than I tell myself if I just step back and allow
That anything can be a rhyme even if it’s not profound right now
The thing about this writing gig is it’s not for them but me
Yet sometimes I get hung up on writing the best lines there can be
But dedication to creation will bring its own reward
Small steps in the right direction are all I need afford
You see it’s the promises inside that are the most important ones to keep
So I’m typing this one handed nursing tea and minus sleep
It only took mere minutes to meet the task I set myself
Though there’s a million noisy excuses which say I should leave it on the shelf
But I’m learning very slowly that this writing lark’s for me 
Likes and follows are amazing but they won’t set my spirit free
Commitment to the craft with no expectation or desire
Fulfilment of my own hearts promise sets my soul on fire

I’m showing my age here, but does anyone remember that movie Field Of Dreams? If you build it, they will come. As a child, I don’t think I quite got the meaning, but I think I understand now. Head down and do the work your heart is called to do, everything else will follow as it was meant to.