I have poems swirling in my head
that I want to share with the world
but they just feel trapped
as if the walls of my mind
are actually a steel cage
holding them against their will
as if my mind is afraid
that if it lets them go
that they will flow into the world
and be taken by the wind.
It's as if you hold onto the
thing you love most in the world
Because as soon as you loosen your grip
just the tiniest bit
it leaves and it never returns
and so anything you get you hold onto because if you let go
you will lose it.
If I let my words go
I will lose them to other people's minds
they won't be just my words anymore
they will be the world's
and I won't have the beauty
that I made just for me anymore.
I guess I'm being selfish?
But I mostly just think I'm scared
I'm scared to lose the things that I love