I wrote this poem in 2005 when I was drenched in self doubt over my poetry. Doesn’t every writer or poet go through this?

I try to write words

that smoothly flow

But they don’t come to me easy

Maybe I just suck at poetry

But I will keep trying and praying

I will become good at this thing

Before I painfully decide 

To give up this poetic life

And on paper try to make some sense

of my emotional nonsense