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