Self-doubt

Will I be found out? A poem

Self-doubt

will I be found out?

Do I suck?

my brain spirals in the muck

As I sink

and I question what I think

Still, I write

and continue to fight

and hang on

Doubt be gone!

These dreams I will keep

when the hills seem so steep

This poem is partially about the self-doubt I feel as I revise my new self-published book.

I have to remind myself that only 3% of people who set out to write a book only finish it, I’ve heard. The numbers are even smaller with those who publish.

I did that myself! I dedicated myself to writing a book and learning something new that was the world of self-publishing. Yet the imposter syndrome hits sometimes.

Have you ever had self-doubt over your ability as a writer or artist?