Discouraged

Sometimes I get discouraged.
One minute, I'm high on possibilities.
And the next, I'm drowning below sea level.

Then when I'm doing my least favorite thing - in the world - cleaning,
I find scribbles in pink, baby blue and lime green notebooks.
And I read folded sheets of type about elves in a magical forest,
beautiful girls that appear to have everything,
or intimate notes from my private time with God.

My heart smiles, and I remember that I am a writer.