My True Home

I come here to be led further along in my process of becoming a poet.... ...only to feel intimidated by the valiant lives and stories of great writers... It leaves me anxious to write more... It gives me motivation to learn new things... But it leaves me lingering with questions... Will I make it? Will I afford school for this? Will I make the grade? My love for poetry a my reason to live but will it be enough to survive a competitive industry? Is it God's will for my life? Writing is breathing for this struggling intellect alcoholic! Am I willing to sacrifice everything to be a pauper with an unheard voice? Will I find an arena where I belong? The only assurance I have is the beginning is the writing... ...and to live my loves...and to cherish God who instills the gifts of ability to the ones who receive them... I am open to being talented if that where the truth leads me... if it's God's gift that I'm developing... ...if not..... IF NOT.... than I turn willingly to any place God wants me for that is my true home ...and I'll do this on the side for as long as life allows me!