There's only one
Voice a
Writer
Has to listen to:

Your owns.

Everything else is
A
Humming sprawl of locusts,
Beating down, trying to sway the hand
From what they've known all along.

Listen
To your own
Voice.

Never sway.

Let ridicule become the air
In your lungs.

Let the reviews (if you ever get any)
Be like rain
Through your fingers.

Let the 1/2 star be but a blink for you and
A lifetime
For the others.

Listen to
Your voice.
Take time
To listen.
Be afraid of yourself
But let not
That fear drive you away
From

Yourself.

Step toward the mirror.
Step into the frothing, bubbling water.
Be not afraid of getting burned.

Those who make it out from the fire
Have seen hell and the infallible flesh
We are all bound to and how bad and how good

It really all is.