A Poet is always critisied ,
they take apart and analiyze every line and every veres,
some people say my writing was a gift I also think of it as a curse,
I feel the stabing of there sharp edge words but what hurts the most is when they say
you have ne potential these word's choke my spirit almost killing me.My poetry excell's
my paintings on a canvas displayed for all to see every night I look into the nights sky
trying to clear my thought's wondering what is my purpose in life other than serving the true
king.I thought I had it figured out from the beginning but to win the fight you have to be willing
to increase the potential you have. So should I pull the triger on the gun and die? Or should I excell
in my potential and stay alive.