Writer's Doubt

I often wonder about my place

how I fit in this diverse society

like an ancient artifact

I am a product of my world

mysterious

enigmatic

I don't envy the one who strives

to understand me

I hate being so cliché

A common poet

Poor, idealistic, eccentric

What will my readers think?

Will they get it?

Will they get me?

Can they read my emotions?

As a product of my upbringing

I question the availability

of my soul

my spirit

My distaste for commonality

could be my art's undoing

or it could be the warm embrace

my reader and I desperately need