I am as dedicated as the wind blowing
Whooshing back and forth
Talking as loud as a speaker
You can feel and see me.

I am as special as that vegetable garden yonder
Growing purposefully and determinedly
Can’t wait to feed you my offerings
That I am now currently growing and nurturing.

I am the perfect train of thought
That is only derailed by my self-doubt
Like: What if my story has already been told before?
Is my story something new and original?
Will people love it and appreciate it?

These are ugly shoes of terror I have on my feet.