Triumph

I cannot beautify the page
I cannot take words and twist them to my liking
I can't paint a scene with a pen
At least not yet, or not anymore

There was I time I had confidence in my craft,
Flaunting my work flagrantly
I had no idea how confidence blinds

Now I remain hidden,
Lost in thought
Gaining experience and talent
Hopefully.

One day I will have my sun
That day is far off,
But that is what I write to.
I write only for myself.