I did almost surrender.
Worry is life’s legal tender.
I walk this path with purpose
And all I have come across is a nonsensical circus.
I really don’t know how
To disavow
This dream that gives me life
But also buries a knife
Deep inside my heart.
I could chart
And possibly restart at the start.
Be smart.
Pull the problems apart
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PS- So this is me questioning if I should be an author at all. Insert the I dunno emoji here. I will probably quit again. I’m tired. Writing is just… I’ll become a food scientist or something. I can’t make a living from my art it’s looking like. I don’t wanna give up but… I feel ick.
SONYA A WATSON 