Harder than I thought
09.28.05 (3:47 pm) [edit]Sometimes writing is hard.
It makes one self conscious,
In ways not wanted.
Nervous, anxious,
The sharing is deeper than you first thought.
Healing, yes but transparent.
Others see into more than I write,
perhaps what they see is true?
Do I write for myself or for them?
I did not feel drawn to writing when younger.
Why now?
It is important I know
To let others see my inner self
Often hid behind good humor,
Real yes, but also a mask,
Keeping others at bay.
Time to start slowly taking the mask off;
Writing is the doorway
Into that larger world.
Everything worth doing
Starts with some fear overcome,
Anxiety faced,
And a decision made.
A death is needed in order to be reborn.