I wrote with the idea nobody would know.
But then, there were these…… likes?
After that, a posting or two……
Now three or four “followers”.

The responsibility that creates within me!
I can’t seem to write, it has to be good.
I certainly can’t post, it would have to be perfect.
I was only playing with words, little stories with spaces.

In Dante’s Divine Comedy
Satan is frozen in hell, unable to free himself.
Is that what this uncertainly is
Being paralyzed in evil’s grip?

With that thought, I must continue onward!
Reminding myself I am but a humble servant.
They are God’s stories.
HE creates perfection, I will just write.