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I'm Trying

"Just write," they say.

I try; nevertheless I fail.

Am I not meant to hold this pen,

Or soil the page with my thoughts?

Am I not allowed to express my pain,

Or share my sufferings and loss?

Am I destined for solitude

Forever in my little nook?

Do I not deserve love,

Or maybe a praise or two?

I fear I might fail.

And maybe that's a sign I'm trying.

I dream of success.

Am I insane, or do I just keep writing?

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