The Writer

I'm always out of place.
Always the book among the balls.
The pen among the rackets.
The paper among the courts.

My insecurities eat me up all the time. My inner demons unfailingly screamed every little thing I'm not good at. They also called me names, like "Boring", "Annoying", "Bothersome", and "Unworthy".

But one thing astoundingly happened to me as I was browsing the Playground section here in Launchora. The voices that once roared 'round my head were silenced, for the first time. And a whisper came with the wind as I read the fourth box, "You are wonderful."

Then a thought made me smile - a genuine one.

"I may not be good at everything, but there's still something I can do, and that is to write."