Daunting seems the task, lying endlessly ahead,
It seems to warn one off, yet we embark instead.
Daunting seems the chore, looking impossible now
It seems to hold me back, yet forward I move somehow
Daunting seems the effort, pages longingly words await
It seems beyond my skill, yet my desire to write won’t abate
Daunting seems the test, sharing openly my own heart
It seems something no one would want, yet undaunted I start.
Daunting though it seems….one must begin.
Karen Quinn 2013