Funny how small things can add up, and then seem not so small...

You all have been so kind to me, and I really appreciate it...

I've been told by my poetry teacher that my growth is off the charts...

But...

I look at the poetry magazines, and all the work is so damned polished, and perfect, and beautiful...

Mine just clunks along, and right now I feel as though I will never write anything that lovely...

I'm in such a hurry...

How many more years do I have, anyway?

I wish I didn't feel this way, but dammit, I do...

I just needed to get this out...