Inner Critic

Almost every time I sit down to write

I hear my inner voice gearing for a fight

You are not a writer- it reminds me again

Sometimes its admonition goes in vain

And I write effortlessly, but sometimes the voice is loud

And my writing comes under a cloud

Of self-doubt, writer’s block I get

The criticism from my inner voice is hard to forget

Whatever I manage to write does not satisfactory appear

That I am not a real writer, is my pervasive fear..

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My inner voice is worse when I try to create art

I acknowledge I am an amateur, I simply pour my heart

Into my art projects, but my inner critic I cannot satisfy

It finds my flaws with an intensely critical eye

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My inner critic I must learn to ignore

It has been holding me back from doing more

Even if I am not a writer or an artist, I shall continue

To write what comes to my mind, to create amateur art too