A war rages in my mind.
The thoughts beat on me like a drum.
I'm breaking under the pressure.
I write and I write and I write.
Trying to escape.
But the blows keep coming.
The cynics are everywhere.
Their voices cut me down like swords.
"You're not good enough!"
The tell me.
I try to block out the words.
But the blows keep coming.
I'm on my knees now.
The hated enemy is doubt.
And it claws and bites and breaks.
"You'll never do it,"
It sneers.
And I almost believe it.
It tries to tell me I'm worthless.
Then, I shake my head.
No. It isn't true.
I shout the words.
And the fog clears.
I will do this.
The doubt tries one last desperate attempt
To break me.
"Pick a different dream," it tells me.
Standing like a true warrior princess,
I say:
"Who are you to tell me who I am?"
Sunday, June 3, 2012
The Struggle Within
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Very powerful and I feel every word of it. I was laying in bed last night almost in tears. I just finished a 1st draft of a novel (69,000 words) and I hate nearly half of it. The plot is weak, the characters shallow, the writing unsophisticated. Doubt was in my head saying exactly what you wrote "You can't do it." I stared at the ceiling, almost giving up. But woke up this morning with angry determination and started my own blog. Then I found this. So this new and struggling (but resilient) writer thanks you. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing! The poem was made completely around my own struggle to write a novel, so i completely understand. I am glad that i could inspire you with my writing. :)
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