I Wrote Too Much

I WROTE TOO MUCH I wrote too much I did not correct enough I published too much I did not promote my work at all I listened to my own voice I should have asked for help and guidance I went on for years in silence Waiting to be discovered When my first works were published I was surprised At how little they meant And to so few I learned with the years That I was not as good As I had dreamed to be I wrote on As if this were the only important thing Slowly I came to see That the lack of enthusiasm Was evidence of my not being good enough I tried new ways When the old did not work But no style or work or idea of mine Was good enough I go on still writing But it will all come in the end to nothing I tried I was not good enough I made many mistakes Had I not made the mistakes I probably still would have failed God gives it to us Or God does not give it to us I was not given it- Still I thank God That I spend my life Writing it away.