My heart is bubbling, boiling, about to burst
As my mind fills with visions of the infinite worst.
What if I fail?
What if I can't?
And my mind trails happliy into
The world of circumstance.

A mother of three,
A poet at heart.
I have been published several times,
Yet find no monentary rewards for the art.
My first "book" was at six;
My first reading at 8,
I was told I would be famous, yet
I seemed to adhere to my "fate".

And so, here I am,
studying, studying, and...
yes, studying more
Wondering if I will ever become
What I am studying for.
Public Relations or editor is
the goal I still grasp
And I fear if I blink, the opportunity
Will pass.