"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."
- Maya Angelou
Aren't we a bit too competitive as a nation?
Finding competition where none is needed
Prizes for writing? Prizes for passion?
Who are you to say one story is better than another
Comparing my story to their's is apples and oranges
You're not the dictator of my imagination; not big brother
Oh the agony! Agony of forming words and rhymes
Articulating words and making them come to life on paper,
That's when the art becomes real and becomes mine
Prizes for participation may be hindering glory
But claiming first like they're life is better?
Perhaps a better writer, but not a greater story
For if we truly write to win the prize
Then we completely miss the art of writing
An agony that holds the saddest demise