I live my life through the words I write
I’m no longer interested
in holding back.
No more keeping things in my head.
I will write them all out,
release them all,
put everything I have into this story,
leave my whole heart out on the table.
There’s nothing for me to be afraid of
except myself
and I’m done with that.
No more holding back.
Hovering over the page
filled with worry
of wasting my time
of producing nothing of value
finally, after all this time, realizing
that I don’t have to offer
what I believed.
I can no longer be afraid
of making shitty art.
Art is art.
Holding back, holding out,
for the perfect words to come
has led to weeks of nothingness.
Making the less-than-desirable, the difficult,
the imperfect,
moves me forward.
Dawning Words 