I AM AFRAID
OF MY WORDS
AFRAID THEY MAY BE WRONG
BUT MORE AFRAID TO HEAR THAT THEY ARE WRONG.

I LOVED TO WRITE
WELL I THOUGHT I DID?

I WISH I COULD.

I DREAMT THAT MY WORDS MAY TOUCH HEARTS
LIKE OTHER WORDS TOUCHED MINE.
BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT OTHER,
HE READ MY WORDS AND DID NOT SHOW WHAT OTHERS THOUGHT

HE DID NOT COMMENT
HE JUST TOOK IN.
I BROKE.
THINKING THAT MY WORDS MAY BE WRONG

SO I STOPPED.

FEW YEARS WENT ON
NOT A PEN TO A PAGE
AFRAID TO LOOK
AT WHAT I WOULD WRITE

BUT NOW I AM REALISING
THAT MOST IMPORTANT OTHER
HE LOVED MY WORDS
HE LOVED EACH AND EVERY LETTER.

NOW

I WILL WRITE
EVEN IF MY WORDS ARE DRIBBLE
I WILL NOT
                                                                                 BE AFRAID.

Do we all come to this point?
Can anyone tell me?
   or does anyone know?

Why does life always feel like life is just going to crumble beneath your toes?
Why does fear always have to grab your chest and crush you until those dreaded tears flow?
Why is it when you think the horrid has gone and you finally think you have some grasp on what it is really all about it all just stops making sense again?

Can anyone tell me?
Anyone?
.