The Fears and Doubts of Writers
Sometimes I think that when I write
that this poem will be my last
like I will not always have my gift
and my limit’s been surpassed
Like my creativity will go away
my well will eventually dry
I am left with nothing to say
my spark of madness will die
I’m not the only one to think this
and as we type our latest works
we may always end up satisfied
and yet the doubts still lurk...
It is a pounding headache
that is a reappearing wave
it eats away the confidence
we try so hard to save.
It’s a troop of menacing goblins
That have the ability to grow...
They tell you you have no idea
on where you are to go
with sharp and gnashing teeth
and long, and blemished arms
They snatch helpless victims
and they cause us great alarm.
You feed it with your thoughts
even though you want them dead
But you cannot kill your Fears
cause they’re inside of your head.
You’re not afraid to be criticized
but you’re scared you’ll lose your art.
for the monsters we call Fear and Doubt
they want to eat our hearts
but when one feels he’s overcome
his fingers have a weight
too heavy for him to lift them up
the Monster’s have become too great.
---Ava Nerio (Ourhedgehogsunitethings)