Being a Poet

I dream of writing lines that captivate, Of penning words that touch hearts and minds, But still, my success seems to hesitate. Despite my passion and endless grinds, My stories fail to gain mass appeal, And my words don't make it to the headlines. I watch others soar with each new deal, As their books fly off the shelves like wildfire, Jealous of their success that seems so real. Perhaps my time is simply slow in showing, Or maybe my path has yet to unfold, But I'll keep writing, and keep on growing. For being a poet, it's more than gold, But the joy of creating is worth much more, And with each new page, my heart feels bold.