Doubting myself
in all the words I write,
convinced what I create
will never sound right.
Wasting my life
chasing a silly dream
has used up my hope
and any self-esteem.
Is it too late
for me to change course,
to gather these thoughts
so I can divorce.
Maybe start again
with a blank page
and fill it with love
instead of feelings of rage.
The 50 year old poet 
Thank you Kindness 🙌💫💙
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