Only God Knows Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I don't write to be profound or to impress.
Too thankful and blessed I am,
To have this 'outlet' as a creative expression.

If I did not have this as a means to address,
How my own experiences have affected me...
I'd be spending a fortune receiving mental therapy.

Some believe I find this easy.
Since it seems I do nothing else but write.
But only God knows how my life has been,
To have given to me this 'gift'.
Instead of revisiting dysfunctions...
I could have used as excuses to soothe bitterness.

I don't write to be profound or to impress.
Too thankful and blessed I am,
To have this 'outlet' as a creative expression.

And if I offend sometimes as I intend,
I've come to realize what I do...
Has helped others to confess,
Sometimes they feel the same way too.

And 'if' I did not have this as a means to address,
How my own experiences have affected me...
I'd be spending a fortune receiving mental therapy.
And if I have assisted anyone from doing that,
Happy that leaves me with no need to receive...
The forgetting of flattery or a pat on my back.