The road is long.
The path is hard,
and I keep thinking
I haven't gone far yet.
Maybe I'm good,
but need to be great.
Perhaps I'm struggling in vain
and being an artist is not my fate.
I could run.
I could hide,
but then there'd be
a deadly gnawing inside.
So I'll stay my course
and walk my path.
Perhaps one day I'll look back,
see my struggles, and laugh.
I do have more poetry in the poetry section of my site and poetry readings on YouTube.