If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.

I carry the world in my mind.

Every wish, every thought,

everything I carry with me swirling in a maddening chaos

I wish to be a poet,

a writer,

philosopher,

teacher,

an inspiration.

I wish to be accomplished in anything i do.

One of the greats.

These wants, this pressure

build in my mind, in my chest.

A churning, suffocating storm

that paralyzes.

Sweeps me up

overwhelming me.

All my wishes will amount to nothing.

Because I am too afraid

too much of a coward.

To risk the disappointment of becoming

A failure.