Self-Doubt

My ink steadily fades Ideas remain not sown Wish I could steal Henry's pen His friends called him “well-known”. My locutions are extravagant But it is not as close as Loi’s Wish I could touch people’s lives His pen brings incredible joy! My silence was a bad experience What if my pen was too honest? Would I do better than Corazon? No, I can’t give that a promise. I’m old for spilling insecurities So I wish I could get a new pen Perhaps as free-spirited as Juv There I’ll write my poems once again.