Wringing my brain
till the page fills.
If this doesn’t work
I don’t know what will.
I’m reading with wonder.
Writing with blunders.
I feel insignificant
Like a star that’s dim.
In a glittered sky,
saturated to the brim.
Efforts going nowhere
is what I fear.
Sometimes, I question
if I truly belong here.
I think to my conscience,
I’ll pay no heed.
After all, if you never try,
can you ever succeed?
