I wanted to write, but don’t know how to start.
I wanted to write, but can’t find the words,
To express the fears that cloud my heart,
And face the specter of failure’s grip.
What if success never finds my pen?
Why do I try, knowing the weight of doubt?
Yet still, I yearn to write, to stand against the tide,
Even if my voice fades in the noise of others.
I want to write, though the world may not understand,
For writing is my passion, my dream, my life,
A thread woven through my very being.
If I had a hundred lives, I would choose to be a writer,
Each time, each failure, leading me closer to my truth.
About the Creator
R.K Verma
Call me "Crazy Dragon"
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Fantastic piece! 💥👏✨
Same. This is very relatable. Thanks for sharing. I also love the flow of your poem.
This piece beautifully captures the internal struggle of a writer grappling with self-doubt and the fear of failure. The imagery of a "specter of failure" and the desire to "stand against the tide" powerfully conveys the emotional weight of pursuing a passion. The closing lines express a deep commitment to the craft, emphasizing that even through failures, the journey of writing is invaluable. It’s a poignant reminder that the act of writing itself is worth pursuing, regardless of external validation.