I Write
I keep thinking about
The novel I may never write.
The scraps of stories
stuck inside books.
The scenes spinning
in my head.
The flashes of images
that may never see
the light of day.
The wasted time spent
Analyzing those images
Criticizing my thoughts
Even before they could
be shared.
Self doubt
Masked as
Self assessment.
The novel I may never write.
The scraps of stories
stuck inside books.
The scenes spinning
in my head.
The flashes of images
that may never see
the light of day.
The wasted time spent
Analyzing those images
Criticizing my thoughts
Even before they could
be shared.
Self doubt
Masked as
Self assessment.
46-50, M
