Can it ever be perfect??????
How do I start? What should this one be about?
Should it have a theme? Or should I just go with the flow?
What if it isn’t funny enough?
Or no one relates to it?
I can see the words. Feel them even
But penning them down is the chore
Because most times it does not look as good,
As interesting
As it did in my head.
Writing is Sometimes limiting
When you try to get everything out
But then you have to streamline the chaotic words
For the sake of the readers
They are all that matter of course.
It’s the fear, the insecurity
The annoying voice at the back of my head that says
“Cut this out”, “remove this”, “this isn’t deep enough”
And so I listen… and obey.
I read the final work, and it’s good
Really good
But something is missing
Something I can’t figure out
After much self-condemnation,
I send it in…
In sheer fear of the possible Criticism
My nails become edible.
The reviews come in
Everyone likes it
“Inspiring”, “Beautiful words”, “insightful”
I should feel better, but I don’t
Because I know
It wasn’t good enough.
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