It occurred to me the other day
that I’m on a roller coaster ride
The Cyclone on Coney Island perhaps
or Goliath at Six Flags
I chug up the hill on encouragements
Your story needs to be told
You are such a good writer
I love your perspective
You are so brave
I reach the top, elated and determined
Ready to conquer all my doubts and fears
Ready to write my memoir
and tell my story to the world
Then comes the drop, racing downhill
at breakneck speed to the bottom
to unconquered doubt and fears
No one cares about your story
You’re no Mary Karr or Maya Angelou
You can’t let people know everything about you
What will your family think?
You must be crazy, just give up now
Then just this morning I realized
if I was on a roller coaster ride
it would be over by now
because they only last about two minutes
Guess I’ll get back in line for another ride
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Sharing for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub today.