"prized posession"

this poem is about me giving thanks to my writing.

All I have is you
my writing, this is true.
I don't trust, but
you I must.
Without you I'd be lost,
I would feel the wrath of the winter's frost.
You listen to my every thought,
never in a dilema, we are caught.
You listen to my every dream,
never foolish to you they seem.
You listen, and never interrupt,
you just listen and that's enough.
All I have is you,
my writings,this is true.