13th

My motivation has seemed

to melt away

from my bones,

perhaps I’m 

too far from home?

My talent,

or what I thought 

was a talent,

has failed;

I am a miserable artist

who calls herself a poet

and then expects 

everyone to fall at her feet.

I know nothing,

though I can word

things beautifully 

and only hope

you believe me.

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