I search for the words I wish to write.
They come to me without a fight
As if sitting idle in my mind
Until called upon which one to find.
My pen writes feverishly with a flourish
Characters I wish to grow and nourish
Stories and plot line with twists and turns
With happy endings and lessons learned.
A writer's life is the one for me
There is nothing in life I'd rather be.
Rejection will come without a doubt
Part of what writing is all about.
With each slip that comes in the mail
I know deep down I did not fail.
Failure can be a horrible thing
But not nearly as horrible
As not trying.
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Happy Musings of my Inner Critic
PoetryI am on whole a very positive person. Most people who know would tend to agree. However, I have a little secret. I tend to argue, fight, and pout just about everyday with that little voice we all have in our heads. I refuse to be defeated by said an...
