Only One Letter

If I only had

One letter to write,

What would it say?

What would you write?

Should I even address it-

To go somewhere?

Nay, my naught,

Is in self-doubt,

Remorse.

I wouldn’t tell

Of all my suffering

Or my pains,

Who would listen-

Through reading?

In general,

Who would listen?

Would you write to

Loved ones?

To strangers?

To the world?

Would you write

A goodbye? A farewell?

A salutation?

A poem?

A story?

Would you write

About yourself?

Someone else?

Your thoughts?

If it were your only,

Final letter . . . .

Would you dare ever write

Your sins or tragedies,

If no one would ever listen?

Some brave would say

“Yes,

Because then no

One would know

If no one would listen.”

As true as that may be,

What would happen

If you needed an ear?

Would you be so brave then?

I can’t even ask myself

For I fear

More self-doubt,

More remorse.

I need not any

More of this terrible

Forsaken life.

So,

If I only had one letter

To write,

Would I just address

It to myself,

And save myself trouble?

Nay,

If I only had one

Letter to write,

I would leave it blank.