nothing ceases my creativity like doubt.
it is a black hole that
devours
anything I write.
I am not one to care of what others think,
yet
my mind is hindered
because my poem didn't get a like.
there is something so immature
within that thought.
just because no one
saw
doesn't make it any less
of what it is.
it is my soul
and even though
doubt makes it hard
I will share every thought
that my fingers will allow.