I have been writing a story for years now
It started out as a simple thing
I didnt like writing but it was a way to express myself and pass the time
It has now turned into a amazing story and a huge hobby
Now nearing the hundred page mark it is almost complete
The editing is close behind
The idea of it being done scares me
I have put so many years of my life into it
Now that the time nears for me to try and get it published, I falter, I shake
I think to myself, what if no one likes it, what if it isn't as good as i hope for it to be
Then i think they are all what Ifs and I will never know unless i try
And although I still falter, still shake I have found my goal
What I want to do and want to accomplish in my life
Even if it isnt a lot to someone else it is to me
And thats what makes me who I am
That's what make me me
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