A Worth is Always in Progress

A worth is always in progress. Yes, Indeed, This is the third and final book to my worth in progress series. But does that mean my worth is kept? Well I will always prove my worth. I will never think more or less of it. But in a title standpoint pertaining to this series. It is now a trilogy. I am building in how many books I have published and it is not easy work. I do it for the challenge. To of course get my work out there and it is in a way rewarding. I put my heart and soul into my poems and of course my mind and philosophy, I just want to be understood. I mean yes I know people may read something or another I have written and could not get what I was going for. Well if you want to know and read something feel free to ask in the reviews. You do not have to rate it either. I do not force anyone into anything. Or try to at least. I feel if people are interested they will implore, If not that is ok. I mean I want people to read my books. But I do not want to beg. I have too much pride to do that. I just want to share. Because I am an introvert and it is hard for me to do so in public. I work hard in this but it is a fun hard. It is a learning experience. I just want to leave my mark into this world. If I have to do it quietly well so be it. I am an independent writer/poet. Doing my best to celebrate the very art that gives these quiet intentions a voice. And I reach to those like me to try seeing if you are out there. I am always trying to improve myself. My shrink of course poetry always helps me in the great ways that it does. It may be my shrink but it helps me grow and grow and grow. I could stay to a style. I could write on one issue or a very few in fact but that gets boring. I consider myself a nomadic poet. A loner if you will and my muse gives me so much company. It understands me. Never judges me. Knows every inch of these thoughts and feelings. Helps me in this very world. I find myself taking poetry very seriously. Some might say too seriously. Who knows. I just know it has been with me through my very best to my very worst always accommodating every single mood. I owe so much to my muse. To the ultimate force that has guided me to be who I am. To those who love me who accept me and support me because their support makes me feel so much stronger. But I know I have to be the source of my own strength and I do my best to do so and poetry, yeah you probably knew I was going to mention it again. It has been here, there and everywhere with me. My wheels in emotion, Into a journey into the rose. Dreaming in angelic dreams, Towards my love unknown, With blue tears of endurance, Embattling with a statue and rose of mourning, In the spirit of the butterflies, As knowledge gives me lessons taught within self, feeling very lucky in life under the stars and beyond, Teaching myself what love is, True love never dies, As it goes all to a worth always being in progress, I am a work in progress, I will always be. No matter how old I get I will always strive to do even better, Yes, There is always room for improvement, That is what life is truly about. Going beyond as far as I can go, Learning about myself, learning about others. Poetry is the science, the history, the health, The education of my whole being. I have flaws but what else would I want in life? My sprit is old, yet it is young, I will always guide myself into for which guides me into the art of this poetic matter. From the so called normalcy, To maybe traces of lunacy, To an enigmatic force within that makes me be. I live to be in mix of creativity, Even if I was to be stuck in the middle or shoved below. I do not go by how many people explain how great people are. But how they are affected by others and how they share their graces of telling others about them. Would that not be a great thing? To hear words of encouragement? Support is always a beautiful thing. It helps people be better people and I am thankful. But I do have myself. So here is another book.....