Paralyzed by fear
I can almost hear
The knot forming in my throat
Doubtful eyes
Starting to despise
Everything I just wrote
The life of a writer
Insecurity fighter
Why can’t I measure up
I have no words
Typing is absurd
Maybe we should just break up
To think in rhythm
To feel in rhyme
Can’t be a mistake
Most of the time
But to tell myself
I have something to say
Doesn't feel true
On any given day
How can my keystrokes
Possibly benefit the world
Meet the great need
In a ball I remain curled
To face the unknown
The critic, the hater
It takes great courage
To step out as creator
So I will quiet the doubting
Tell anxiety to sleep
I’m putting pen to the paper
Because inspiration won’t keep
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While I admit that I don't know much about the rules and correct structure of poetry, my deepest thoughts and feelings seem to have a cadence. The only way I've found to emote the rawest parts of me is through poetry, if you can call it that. For anyone who has struggled with purpose and worth and ability, I'm right there with you today. Trust in the mysterious process of putting pen to paper and just keep writing, whether you feel like it or not.
xo