I’m going to write a rhyme because I told myself I would Sometimes I let it slide and feel the dragging weight of should But it’s easier than I tell myself if I just step back and allow That anything can be a rhyme even if it’s not profound right now The thing about this writing gig is it’s not for them but me Yet sometimes I get hung up on writing the best lines there can be But dedication to creation will bring its own reward Small steps in the right direction are all I need afford You see it’s the promises inside that are the most important ones to keep So I’m typing this one handed nursing tea and minus sleep It only took mere minutes to meet the task I set myself Though there’s a million noisy excuses which say I should leave it on the shelf But I’m learning very slowly that this writing lark’s for me Likes and follows are amazing but they won’t set my spirit free Commitment to the craft with no expectation or desire Fulfilment of my own hearts promise sets my soul on fire
I’m showing my age here, but does anyone remember that movie Field Of Dreams? If you build it, they will come. As a child, I don’t think I quite got the meaning, but I think I understand now. Head down and do the work your heart is called to do, everything else will follow as it was meant to.