Publishing fear

Days and days
Have been spent chasing an idea
And it’s perfect representation
To compile the perfect manuscript
and make your voice heard
In the desert of specialized niche science.
Your peers will judge it
And read between the lines.
They will be poking you
And your readiness
Putting wood on the fire of self-doubt
And criticism
You feed inside yourself.
Deserving your position and your reputation
Is what you strive for everyday
In a never-ending race with your inner reviewer.
This useless criticism
Will take you far
But will not keep you warm or at ease in your chair.
Until the day you silence this voice,
An invisible leash will keep you
running in circles
Yearning for a knife.

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