Believe it or not, this poem is about when I FIRST started writing my book. I only just wrote it, as in finished it at 10:29 am today, but while I was writing I was thinking about how I felt. It was almost 3 years ago that I decided, Go for it. Write that book. Get it published. Why not be an author? Follow that dream. But I was very scared, even though I had a long road before even thinking about publishing. Before I had a website, before I had a myspace, before I had a typewriter, voice recorder, thumbdrive, anything. I had a computer with notepad. I had a pen and paper. and I had a story. All I had to do was take the first step and keep moving forward. Ignore the worries. Turn away from the negative responses. Believe in myself and my work.
This poem is the result of my feelings of how I saw the writing world, but I feel it can be ANY world that ANYONE dreams of. Hope you like it
Inner Strength ETS - Dec 31 2007
As I stand here, looking out. dressed in longing and self doubt cold winds of change pulling near worries of those insincere but warm looks of those around loosen up the foggy gown that I have pulled around tight hiding me from any sight
The chill of fear pushing through the courage that is overdue the gloom of hesitation had caused my apprehension but now it is pushed aside for my dreams will not be denied as I step out naked and new ready for notice overdue
I throw my arms up and shout No longer I sit and pout I dance right by those who passed I sing to those who harassed I am not cold, I am warm as my clothes do transform from cold clothes of ignored To warm cloth of self reward.
