A blank page is an opportunity.
It beckons
But I stall.
I’m shy, uncertain,
What if this is all?
All I can produce.
All I can get down.
Small and stuttered,
Slurred and slowed,
I’m starting to slow down.
What if I never find my voice
What if it’s gone from me?
Stealing into the shadows…
It’s a possibility.
We all have a blade,
A certain end ahead,
And Kipling got it right :
I just can’t lose my head.
I’ll keep on being stubborn
I’ll keep on saying ‘no,
it’s ok I’ll be fine’
Because I will be
in my own time
.
I love my friends, my family
I know they want to help
But independence truly rocks
So help me help myself.
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