Trust vs Fear: the creative writer’s dilemma

Fear:

I creep around, spying other’s glory

through shrouds of envy and spite.

I stress, I spew belligerent bile,

I despoil what feels my birthright.

 

Trust:

If you only knew what your heart could spill.

If you only could allow

those creative gales to transform your gall

into work that makes you feel proud.

 

Fear:

That gale just feels like a deadly whip

that will beat my words to a pulp,

reducing me to a limping pace

while the rest of the world can gallop.

 

Trust:

Gallop implies a race to somewhere

while your journey is yours alone.

Pick supreme, your heart’s main theme,

and you’ll romp to the place called home.

 

A poem for Day 14 of NaPoWriMo 2015: A dialogue

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A poem about doing what you love

Do what you love

and the money will come.

That’s what we hope

when we chuck it all in

for a new career and life

and fulfilment’s great charm.

The pursuit of money.

Is that really what life’s for?

Or realising a dream,

a do-it-or-damned score?

I know what I want

before I bid goodbye

to my breath.

That’s to publish and be whole.

To bring openness to heart

and hope to the soul.