I don’t know how to begin this.
Actually,
I am afraid to begin.
Because maybe,
just maybe,
I won’t be happy with what I’ll be able to write.
Because maybe,
just maybe,
it won’t be able to write something good,
it won’t be worth reading,
it won’t be heard.

Oh goodness!
Forget about it.
I’m tired.
I’m feeling lazy.
I’m scared.
Erase it.
Erase it.
Forget about it.

Oh goodness!
I already started it.
Actually,
I seems like I don’t want to stop this anymore.
Because maybe,
just maybe,
I’ll be able to write something.
Because maybe,
just maybe,
someone will read it,
someone will listen to it.
Write it.
Write it.

Okay, fine,
I’ll start it now.
Actually,
I’m going to begin now and on the  coming days ahead,
writing my very first poem.