Feeble And Unworthy

Sometimes I glance beyond my dreams, look upon the millions of distant stars that blink at me from the dark heavens. I then read the great philosophies that line my filled bookshelves, then suddenly I feel feeble and unworthy whenever I lift my pen towards them. I try to transcend my work to cover most categories, but always seem to be dragged back to being the solitary of one. Back to the humble beginnings that swim around in my thoughts haunting me again and again. I strike out again and again seeking new and uncharted directions stumbling on and on to the end. Another of my mile stones that leaves me exhausted at the end and glow no more than the previous, leaving me looking at the greats feeling feeble and unworthy. One day I say to myself my marker will enhance the mantle crown I wish and that will sit steadily on my head and I will again look at the stars blinking in the dark heavens and this time smile back at them. 24 June 2012