Font Color=darkvioletrandom Thought Poem by Jane Meyer

Is this what I really want to be doing with my time?
Writing these poems?
Sometimes I get my doubts.
I mean, what if my dad found out?
I know I can tell him anything.
But in this case, I think he’s better off not knowing.

But maybe this is what I’m supposed to do.
Maybe not poetry,
But certainly words are my forte.
But what if I’m not writing the right words,
Or thinking the right thoughts,
To fulfill my destiny?