One who hesitates to write,
Fearful of inability or judgement,
Possesses a naked notebook page,
Barren of courageous creativity
And lush inscribed splendor.

Take heed;
A passive, sedated spirit is merely destined
To be shattered by deriding winds.

To those who doubt themselves,
I say to you...
Soar beyond the constraints of
Hesitation’s wary piloting
And let your confidence take the wheel.
Pry open the rusted seals that
Guard your creative vaults
And let words escape ebulliently
From within.
See them smack the air,
Splinter into polychrome droplets,
And descend daintily to the Earth,
Quenching the thirst of the arid, gray,
Soil,
Rendering the colorful bloom
Of the imagination.

And if you are to be so fortunate,
A few stray droplets may fall off course,
And land delicately onto your naked notebook page,
Dressing it in vibrant, lavish
Poetry.