Canvas of Creative Resilience

I draw a breath, deep, profound,

Dive into the depths of thought unbound.

Fear's grip may whisper, a haunting refrain,

Will I journey through or break the chain?

Not a master, that much I confess,

But with sparkling eyes, I dare impress.

A new concept, unseen, yet to be,

In this vast world, for all to see.

As great architects dream with inspired zest,

I reach my desk and put myself to the test.

"GOOGLE" awaits, a daunting key,

Unlocking doors to what could be.

Ideas swirl, a disruption within my mind,

Drafts etched on the canvas of time.

Plotting amidst this ceaseless quest,

Reworking, redesigning, sleepless unrest.

Nights slip by, pondering the tether,

To make this journey worthwhile, I gather.

How can I bridge, connect, endeavour,

What can I do to make the experience worthwhile?

The site, a mirror, my thoughts' reflection,

In its maze, I lose my own direction.

Seeking tricks, solutions, an elusive cure,

For the web of dilemmas, I endure.

Time sails on, ideas in flux and flow,

Critics' voices, an unceasing undertow.

Endless scribbles on the canvas of grace,

Bloody blotches on the parchment's embrace.

Once again, I erase the past's stain,

To sketch anew, break the mental chain.

For in these moments of the relentless chase,

I find the essence of boundless grace.