I'm never going to be that image in my head...
That writer extraoridinaire
If I compare myself to others.
If I compare them to me.
Feeling small is what I do.
That is the writer's stumble--
The block decimaiting my creativity.
A murdering spree unleashed on my own muse,
Killing her with a noose
made of mind's eye
and self loathing.
Me have mercy on me.