Are we ever good enough to create,
be it in writing or paint?
Doubts that seems like a plague
or might it just make us strive?
Strive to create our utmost, our best.
Does a seed ever doubt itself
as it falls to the ground?
Does it feel small and inferior?
I believe it just does sow.
Follow its purpose and beauty on Earth.
Yet mankind seems doomed to hesitate,
to doubt, belittle and judge;
In lieu of fulfilling gifts we have.
Even the masters suffered this scourge.
Yet their creations lifted others high
Often after they left this Earth,
still doubting themselves.
That is sad.
We might be amateurs or maybe great,
Few will know …
Until after they are dead.
I do hope we all then can smile
wherever we are
and be content with our work,
The light it could spread.
C/ miriam ivarson