Beware the fiend we fear and yet embrace
The tiny voice that hisses in your ear
The one which even time cannot erase
The one which second guesses your career
“The words you write are really not your own
They’ve all been written many times before
Your paintings and your melodies are clones
What makes you think your pieces will endure?”
Why spend another hour, another year
To add your voice to those who met the beast
Compelled to tell the world that you were here
Your muse invoked, Calliope unleashed?
If you believe you’re born to do this work
Fulfill your destiny and do not shirk
Modern Poets Magazine 