Hello, Random Deviant.
I admit, visiting your page made me sit back and think. Where I come from, during a decade of heavy economical crisis, one's poetry was only printed if one can cover the cost him/herself. Rare few agreed to it. Rare few felt like reading poetry at the time too. Still, it wasn't just hollow years.
Everything you write, matters. You may think it only matters to you, but it surely will resound in someone. No matter in what form they are expressed, ideas and emotions echo off. I remember, when I was a teenager I set myself a goal: That I wrote and drew in such a way, so as to be certain everyone's reaction on a particular work of mine would be one and the same. Then I found out, that was not the point ...
There is much to beholding the multifarious reflections of the way you see the world, in the eyes of others, through your poems. Even more, in your own eyes, after the course of time.
May life bring you many a thing worth sharing.
PS Thank you for supporting the DA community. I can't, and it eats me.