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How I have been feeling about my poetry as of late

I look at the writing
so much better than mine
the words flow effortlessly
and I feel ashamed
my own work does not shine
like the brightest light among others
makes me feel sharp pain
I used to be proud
so proud of my own work
but then others
so musical
whether be depressed
joyful
or anger....
I look back at my work
and I see failure
I see nothing special
but yet I try to smile
I try to make it seem ok
I try harder
but there will always be those
that outshine me
and I am living in their shadows
watching the comments fly
like leaves on a fall day
or snow in winter
always in clusters and clumps
while mine are just like a shooting star
very rare...
But yet makes me happier than ever...

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[Michael G.]

Keep keeping the dream and keep writing.

Once, in my other life. I dreamed of beating Tom Watson and Jack Nicklaus in head-to-head matches. I never got to find out. I did play with a couple guys on the tour, and after a particular shot, one of them complemented my ability by calling it a "golf shot." My work was appreciated by one who in his career had beaten both Tom and Jack. Perhaps I was never on their level, but my work in that one shot "was."
My point is, don't give up on dreams. Keep writing and be positive in what you do.

[Shadow]

I'll be sure not to give up. Thank you for the words of hope.