No Matter What You Write

The paper upon which I write a testament to my failure; words scratched through, lines obliterated, soon join paper wadded, torn strewn around the floor. My pencil, nearly a stub readies a new sheet, a clean slate, radically blurs back and forth above the paper as if frustrated to be put to use. My eyes wander seeking inspiration from here to the floor, suddenly fixated, glued to one page. Scattered among the chaos, words scratched through, I find what I have been searching. What alleviates my fear of writing, of criticism, and elevates my confidence to new levels. I pick up the paper assemble the words together, I write, "No matter what you write, someone will love it."