It Doesn’t Matter That I’m Published

A Poem of frustration and hope

I wrote a book one time I got it published on my own Dreams of selling thousands Never came to reality

I write and write all day long Late into the night Still sitting at my computer Being published didn’t make me better

A dream still lingers on Working hard until the world can see I have so much to say I'm just waiting for my chance

When my words begin to flow The doubt in my still calls Will my words be enough For the world to stop and care

I am just a single person No agent by my side No large following of faithful fans Work twice as hard to be seen

When no one reads your work Wasted words sitting on a page You start to question why that is Am I still not good enough

Anyone can publish stuff I am not better than the rest To stand out among my peers A worthy goal to be set

Read my words and understand The message I am telling Just because I’m published It doesn’t mean I’m good