Now What?

Now what?

I wrote a poem
And it’s just sitting there
on my screen
The cursor, blinking at me

Asking me “now what?”
Now that it’s done
Do I post it?
Do I send it?

Or was it just for me
That I wrote it?
I like it
It speaks the truth

Would sharing it
Cause me to admit
That something is amiss,
Something has changed?

Or did the mere writing of it
Suffice as catharsis
A literal purging
Of my emotional bowels?