To the Self Doubting Poet

With confidence I tell you - Get your own. Imperfections you fear will be exposed are what qualify you as you alone, and you alone are owed for this composed: Consider all you are and have to share - A mother, you might be, soft spoken, sweet, soothing your daughter in a rocking chair, her tiny heart and yours in synchronized beat; and now consider why your daughter dreams and why her tiny lungs with life are full; and then consider how perfection seems a bit like poetry - It’s beautiful. Consider her, when you deliberate, if you should doubt what comes when you create.