They think a communityβs easy to start,
just make a page and watch it take part.
But founders know the unwritten rule,
thereβs sweat behind every Skool.
You write the posts when nobodyβs there,
you welcome new members who silently stare.
You ask the questions, you light the flame,
hoping tomorrow wonβt look the same.
You show up mornings, nights, and noon,
even when growth doesnβt happen soon.
You cheer one comment like itβs a crowd,
because every small win makes you proud.
Then slowly the silence begins to break,
voices appear and friendships awake.
The thing you built starts to breathe and move,
a living community starting to groove.
And thatβs when founders quietly grin,
remembering how the whole thing began
not with a crowd, not fame, not rule
Just one stubborn dream
and a page on Skool.
By Jason Strick
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The Art of Poetry Community