23.05.2025

as always i am looking for words,

yet coming up empty, all my beloved

syllables scared into hiding by the

mocking of a blank page and the yelling

of imposter echoing through my mind

that sets my heart racing even though

i know i can do this, have done this hundreds

of times over by now – and still my hands

hesitate, trying to commit the words in my head

to paper, as if my own judgement of their worth

was not also the punishment my insecurities

believe i deserve for daring to create