One In A Billion

Look at us.

We’re all trying to stand out and be noticed.

You, with your talents.  Me with mine.

Each of us on a journey to be heard.  Listened to.  To burn brightly after igniting a spark of interest.

We’re all striking the same matches:
I HAVE WORDS I NEED TO SHARE!

Waiting to be validated by a consuming public, who cannot quench their thirst against the raging flames of entertainment.

So we pound away at the keys, telling the stories our vivid imaginations create for us, and we write the articles our fierce opinions derive, and we share the inspiration our souls have encountered.

And then we wait to be noticed by the general public.

Days.  Weeks.  Months.  Years.

Others who have gone before us and somehow managed to be a hit, surely we can too?

Slowly, our motivation turns to ash.  The embers of longing to share, die.

We wonder why we put so much heart and soul into our work, for it to fall by the wayside.

So few acknowledge our existence, even after the hours we put into our work.  We wonder how people go viral, and what on earth they’re doing different than us.
Do they have different friends?
Do they have different connections?
Do they have different methods for gaining access to the millions of people we wish were our audience, too?

…..The answer is, we’re not all pursuing the same audience.

While each of us wish to be accepted for who we are, and what we bring to the literary world, we’re still different.

We have different pursuits.

We have different goals.

We have different messages we want to send.

We tell different stories.
Somewhere along the way, writers begin to join in a uniformity, the answer must be in writing the same way?
“You must write this way/you must write that way.”
“I don’t like to do this, you probably shouldn’t either.”
“Nobody writes like that anymore.”
“I wouldn’t read it, but I guess someone else might….”

Validating ourselves against others, instead of remaining true to ourselves.

The odds feel stacked against us when our words only reach a few people sprinkled throughout the world.

Don’t stop trying, despite the odds.

Yes.  You are one in a billion.

You don’t need a million followers, you simply need to be true to yourself.

Tell your story.  And then believe your story is worth being read, and pursue the audience you long for.

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Illusion Of Control

Moments ticking ebb away
Words falter, afraid to stay
Slipping past all time or reason
Broken heart, confusing treason
Anchored by what is illusion
Feeling this was an intrusion
Speculate the emotional state
By which we now separate
A rift it grows canyon wide
on either cliff we stake our side
The grip I bore on your heart
By windy gale now ripped apart
And I so vigilant to behold
How easily you could have sold
Buying in to fear and doubting
Drowned by how gaily sounding
The banshee wail, now strong to sing
How we fail in this floundering
But I, yet I thought we Two
Whole, Loved, just me, just you
Alas how wrong my thoughts confound me
When this turn abhorrent, astounding
Shakes me to my frail core
We are not so strong to form
Bonds of eternity for communion
Again I peer to this illusion
Control, control, or say it now
I was merely played, and yet how
Was I blind to your advances
Risking all in flighty chances
Here you lie in ruin, despair
In your eyes, a glassy stare
Comfort, I find now there
Naked, your soul lays bare
And now my time has come
To turn with a solid sum
Done, done am I with your tricks
The tumbling ruins, this house of bricks
Home no longer, I set out alone
To all irrational design to roam
And leave you wondering how I stole
All illusions that you had control