A Wanna-Be Poet

Jumping in, I hesitate,
Rocking back and forth,
On the edge of a cliff.
Finally, I leap!

Crashing to the bottom,
I hit with a thud,
Rolling over to a stop.
Carefully, I push myself up

Onto my hands and knees,
Feeling that my ankle
May be sprained.
“My luck,” I mutter to myself.

If only I had thought
To pack a parachute!
Jumping into the Grand Canyon
Can be a challenge sometimes.

I worry so much
If anyone cares.
I wonder if anyone
Will understand.

Will they appreciate me?
Do I really have talent,
Or am I fooling myself?
Such are the concerns

Of a wanna-be poet
Like me.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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