I feel like a buffoon.
When will I become a great writer?
Great writers’ writing appears effortless.
To me, it’s not.
I stumble in the dark to get any done.
Will I stop?
I know I can’t write as greats or anyone else.
I write like me.
I keep on writing if I get stuck.
My ego always wants to claim self-sufficiency.
It would rather pose a creative loner than to ask.
I’ve learned to ask anyway.