I had to be quiet.
For just a few moments,
I needed the silence to
Swallow me up.
These days I find myself
Aimlessly searching for words
To breathe themselves onto paper.
How to reach? How to connect?
How to make everything I say
Come straight from my heart?
I was experiencing things, but not feeling them.
I was desperately trying to focus my attention
To my Main Priority
And in that process I became
Fearful that the words I would produce
Wouldn’t be as good as
Scared that what I had to say wasn’t
Was mentioned too often to matter.
Would be seen as plagiarism or
Because there are so many people who are similar to me.
But that in itself should fuel my desire,
Should heap passionate words onto this burning fire of
Similar stories mean
Similar feelings and
Similar emotions that
I cannot be afraid to overlap.
I cannot be ashamed to say, “me too”
For it’s one of the main ways that
I can connect with you.
I’ll write on.
💙 Mishy 🦋