I’ve lost count
of the poems
I’ve written.
I’ll say many,
still not as many
as I’d like to.
Someday, perhaps.
No matter how many
I write,
there’s still doubt–
am I writing
any better?
Someday, perhaps.
Of course, I know
I have a long way to go–
to craft poems
that nourish the soul,
soothe the mind,
and reveal a view beyond reach.
Someday, perhaps.
And that is why
I keep writing
through my doubts,
to arrive at a place
where words flow with ease.
Someday, perhaps.
Maybe one day
I’ll feel at peace
with what I’ve written.
Someday, perhaps.
It feels like a forever dream.
But I hold on.
I don’t mind the waiting,
so long as I can
scribble poetry
on a blank page–
and not wait for someday.
Yes!!! I love the repetition and it’s like you read my mind 🙂
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Thank you so much for the beautiful comment, Sarah! 🙂
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