I jumped the gun again, redlighting at the start line.

I thought about opening another website so I purchased a premium site and find it sitting idle, why? because I didn’t think things through. A dear friend took a look see before I changed my mind and her advice opened my eyes. Thank you.

This poem is about the struggles of my altered mind coming to the realization of me rushing into things.

Maybe I Was Blind

A  new design is born, sitting alone on a shelf
Gathering dust as I constantly doubt myself
Looking for answers that AI can not provide
The time passes me by as I silently cry inside

Am I doing this right or do I even have a clue
Is this above my ability making me out as a fool
Page design is tricky, learning as I crawl alone
Doubts moving in to claim my brain as a home

If it is done right and found pleasing to your eye
Will you say it's good or am I telling myself a lie
Before launch is made the truth will become clear
I don't have what it takes, too much for me to bear

Volunteers for a project getting off of the ground
Offering no pay I don't see them coming around
A design is born waiting to make it's great debut
Soon trashed before I am willing to show it to you

Looking for answers that I alone can not provide
Am I up for the challenge of letting you peek inside?
Not today as confusion shows me I'm not ready
What I had designed for a new site is now just confetti