Write Yours Please

At my desk
The glare of white
No desktop, just plain white
Thoughts crowding, falling, pressing
Fear the choice to frame
That should make a reputation - mine

Do I care who appreciates me
Should I fear feelings that respond
Are my words influenced to influence
Maybe I hunger for sustenance, or do I
Yet my failure not my success hurts most

Join me in prayer
May our wishes grow into horses
That we may ride: - only in your dream.