Ars Poetica

My poetry is a mystery to me also I don't know how I write I feel it isn't any good That I could make a living When it gets published, I can shout On atop of a mountain And I feel confident and full of joy But with one rejection that comes I am falling from that mountain Sometimes, I think I should give up Because I am too old to continue But my Dad's voice comes to me Saying 'Poetry is yr trade, Lee-Ann ' I wipe my tears and pull up my bootstraps And continue to write As nothing can hold my words then