This poem was written during a session at a Writer's Workshop, at Marywood.  Multiple times I ehard self-deprecating remarks by good and great writers;  I kept calling them on giving negative messages to themselves.

Doubt Not Thy Worth

What is your value? What is your worth?
Should your mother be glad she gave birth?

We all share gifts, we all do our part
by science, or labor, by teaching, or art

Yet so many of those who achieve fame
still wonder if they deserve acclaim

Einstein never thought he was smart
many painter wonder if they produce ART

Doctors dont realize the help that they give
teachers dont realize they help people live

Why is it people doubt their own work?
Do they doubt the value of their mother giving birth?