With terror I trust that I am talentless at writing, Though I believe it is what saved me, And that is my main reason for continuing. Still I worry that those who believed in me And my ability Were clueless or lying, and either way, If I am wrong for worrying about such things, I apologize for being so accusatory And for not believing in myself. I should know better. I should know It’s better to do the things I love, Even if my ability doesn’t exceed My Eiffel Tower expectations Especially at the beginning of the journey. Of course I’m no pro, I just started, But I’ve got the passion to persevere. How else will I get better?