i am not like the others;
with fluent words,
freely flowing from within,
like the rain so effortlessly falls.

i am part of the few that stop;
overthink because i may be wrong.
work up a cloud
of worry in my mind
that everything may crumble and fall.

will i succeed?
will i dissapoint?
the thought of speaking to others
is a storm within me;
my heart overwhemled by dominant cracks of thunder.


- j.m.d.