Some say the critic is the villainous foe,
Who laughs when your story moves too slow.
But truth be told, and here’s where it starts,
The fiercest of battles is fought in our hearts.
We grumble at doors that refuse to swing wide,
At publishers, platforms, and readers who hide.
But maybe the feeling your success is delayed,
Is God still refining the words that you’ve made.
You say, “It’s the devil. He’s blocking my dreams.”
But sometimes doubt can be the culprit, it seems.
It whispers, “You should quit. You started too late.”
In fear, you nod and consider taking the bait.
Still you wrestle and press on through the fear,
You edit, delete, then start over. Oh, dear!
Growth doesn’t come from the battle outside.
It happens when our egos surrender their pride.
God gave you the gift and expects you to grow,
To water your words and share what you know.
A talent that’s buried will rust in the ground—
So polish your stories until they are profound.
When writing feels hard, don’t give up the fight,
For darkness can’t linger where God is our Light.
Each struggle, each edit, each tear that you shed,
Is shaping the message that somebody needs read.
Don’t blame the critics, the market, or trend.
Your biggest enemy is the “me” you defend.
Let go of excuses, of fear, and of shame,
And write for God’s glory—never for fame.
Stories can shatter the chains that confine,
And mend many hearts with words divine.
Stories can crumble the walls of despair,
And breathe life into people everywhere.
Stories can open the eyes of the blind,
Restoring the soul and renewing the mind.
For when you align with the Author above,
Your words will flow freely in echoes of love.
Write when you’re weary, when you think you can’t.
Share truths that will bloom where others don’t plant.
For the enemy flees when you pick up your pen—
When you refuse to give up, and you restart again.
