Insecure writer me
How on earth came this to be?
In days before this passion came
My writing ne’er appear so lame.
So tell me please why now mere words
And now your turn. Some poetry to express yourself?
I think we should have an Insecure Writer Poetry Contest
with prizes, of course.
Your thoughts? Gemme some words before they fly away.
Flit past my brain like agile birds,
Not lighting on the page the way
I’d planned they’d perch and there to stay.
Instead these feathered shadows fly
Before the ink I can apply.