A Letter To My Muse
I shall believe
Dear Muse,
I’m slowly getting closer to self-publishing my poetry book. I keep moving forward in short bursts of motivation, creation and confidence. And yet, there is something holding me back. Some sort of undefined feeling or resistance.
I keep wracking my brain for the squirrely thoughts that are the culprits, but then that leads me to feelings hiding in the forest of my landscape. They are elusive as shadows and seemingly obvious at the same time. What is this hesitance I feel?
I think it’s fear.
Okay, I know it’s fear, but I still don’t know what that fear is. Is it of being seen? Of failing? Of succeeding? Of the unknown? Perhaps, it’s all of those…and more.
You know, Muse, I thought I was past all of this. I have a goal I need to implement. Maybe I need to find my why? Why do I want to publish a poetry book? Why should I? Maybe these are the questions I need to ask myself, because I already have a list of cons rattling inside my skull.
So, I’m pushing all the excuses, the errant thoughts, the false beliefs I no longer want to live within me away from these tired bones. I ask, what are my whys?
Why do I want to self-publish a poetry book
· because I can
· to prove to myself that I can
· to be proud…
