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I have to let go of desiring to be

Have let my aspiration fly free and it will find me,

If this vocation is meant to be,

I suffer daily rejection

With my artistry,

As is I have not attained any form of mastery,

That’s the reason my book doesn’t sell at all

Maybe there is a lesson in that for me,

Either perserveer and just keep going on,

Or give it all in after this embarrassing showing.

But that’s not the reason I write for,

I do so as to help inspire and lift

Others who are in need of this,

Maybe what is lacking is a gift,

But that’s for me to wrestle with.