As I curled up in my comfort zone, catching a few more winks of laze; a little birdie looked me in my eye, as I dreaded to navigate life’s maze. I was shrouded with doubt, what if I failed to inspire a soul? Who would read me, like the book I wrote? I felt broken inside, missing to be whole. Did you write to sell, or to inspire self, when faced with doubt and fear; The pen and paper listened like a mentor and guide, from pain and agony, helped you veer. Focus on your work, she lovingly said, pecking on her hearty meal; If your work shows the way, even to a single soul, you succeed in your goal to heal. Saying that, she flew away, leaving me with a clearer vision; to spread the light of positive thoughts, only to my heart, I listen.