Right now
I am in turmoil
Blown this way
And that
Like a wick
In the wind
If it's not one thing
It's another
Yet
I hold on for dear life
To my flame of truth.

I am a creative
I was born to create
That is who I am
That is what I do
I have chosen the
Creative path
Through life
With or without
Support.

This commitment
Is now being sorely tested
Sorely tested.

You can't make it
The voices
Whisper
You are no good!
Give up!
It's useless!
They cry.

Yet
Here I am
Each day.
Writing.
Creating.

Writing as if my life
Depended on it.........

It does.

For
When I write
I fly!
When I write
I soar!
When I write
I breathe!

My mind is still
My heart is full
My soul sings!

When I write.