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!
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