I started wrong,

Which foot do I step with first?

Where do I find my reasons?

Why do I cross a river with the intention of sinking?

And why do words pour from my lips,

thud against the floor and continue bouncing on?

Perceived as question marks I don't believe a single one.

Conjured talent to flatter,

building a house I may reside.

Bright trims on the deck

but soggy dirt found inside.

Bury my toes with the worms,

wishing my nails were still intact.

waiting for years to pass by,

realizing this dream's talentless act.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Conjured talent to flatter,
building a house I may reside.
Bright trims on the deck
but soggy dirt found inside."

You have a talent. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. A very good write...:)...........

[Jacob Baca]

wow! Thanks a lot for this! Very encouraging!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome muchly. ....:)))))