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.