I Hope You Like This

Day after day , I put pen to paper.

Day after day, I criticize my own writing. 

I don't know if I'm original or just reciting . 

I hope you like this. 

Day after day, I get heavier not physically but emotionally. 

Day after day, I write poems and stories I never share.

I hide them because I don't think anyone would really care.

I hope you like this. 

Day after day , I dream of being published . 

Day after day , the dream dies a little bit. 

I should look into other things, but I don't . I write and sit . 

I hope you like this . 

Day after day, I think about showing my work to others .

Day after day , the fear of rejection looms . 

I'll take most of my writing to the tomb. 

I hope you like this . 

Day after day , I pour my fragile soul onto fragile paper. 

Day after day, I try to improve. 

I don't think I'm making any progress ,  what am I trying to prove?

I hope you like this .