I remember so clearly way back then...
Curled up in my closet with a book and a pen
The ending didn’t sit well with me
I needed a flashlight so I could see.
Before I realized; I was a mother-to-be
Much too young I’m sure you would agree
She became my life, my world and my pride
I could not contain the tears of joy I cried.
I was so ecstatic and could not wait to start
I tried so hard to control my anxious heart
Local stories I wanted to get just right
My dream job I was getting paid to write.
Journals full of stories I wanted to tell
I lacked the belief they would ever sell
I’ve come so close so many times before
My lack of confidence slammed that door.
Horror struck my family and I needed to vent
Journals of anger to agents I sent
I refused to give up, this story I was compelled to share
Someone, somewhere I hoped would care.
I still couldn’t commit take that final leap
The pain of rejection was just too deep
Fear was gluing my feet to the ground
When suddenly so many supportive friends I found.
My dreams are reality, and yes it’s true
I can’t stop it now the release is over due
My dream is reality and yes I am feeling my power surge
Look out world, I’m fearless now, I am a woman on the verge!
Doreen’s debut memoir “BRISTOL bOYZ STOMP” will be released fall 2011
For more information visit: http://www.doreenmcgettigan.com
Yes you are!!! This is a rally cry heard from the rooftops. Thank you Doreen for making me smile. :)
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