The Fear

Each time I begin to write I fear

That my writing would “subpar” appear

That it would be boring, childish, unworthy of being read

That I should focus my energies on something else instead

But then I remember that despite the seemingly crippling fear

To a writing routine I have been able to adhere

Despite my fears, over two thousand poems I have penned

Even then enough grace to myself I cannot extend

To call myself a writer, because I feel inadequate still

What I consider writers’ shoes, are too big for me to fill …