Not being a brilliant genius
Takes some getting used to
When the world is welcoming
It's best to have some doubt
The standards for my own worth
Are not always made so clear
If I feel I must be choosen
Then my agency goes away
Like Godot, I sit, await my muse
In hopes she'll show me where to go
If I'm not already doing things
Then how can she take over?
April is National Poetry Writing Month
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