(You know who you are, I probably will message you telling you about this tbh)

Before I saw your kind words
I wanted to give up
I could no longer express myself through pen and paper
Or so I thought.

Every comment left me more eager to write
And every star given is much appreciated
I'm not sure if you know this
But, you've inspired me to continue.

Before I saw your encouragements
I believed that my skills had dried up
I doubted I could ever write a meaningful phrase again
Yet you looked at what I deemed trash and called it good.

I'm afraid this poem will hardly do you justice
When you made me confident in my words
It was as if you had chanced upon me shredding my works
And pieced them back together again.

You bring me much Joy  (hur hur, see what I did there?)
I cannot express how thankful I am
For without you
I would have resigned myself to self-pity.

AN: this poem hardly does you justice and I wish that I could make it better but this was a spur of the moment poem. I hope you enjoyed it and that, even though it's subpar, it gets my feelings across.