i am. i be.


my heart calls for words-
I love words,
I breathe words,
dream words,
eat words…
…I am words.
They beat through me with every breathe.
They pump through my heart, arteries and circulate through my veins.
Words release,
exhilaration,
healing.
writing is giving meaning to thought that would otherwise drift away and have no meaning. Writing is memory, recollection of emotion, event, and time. Writing is history. Documentation of perspective-one truth. Without words there would be nothing to challenge, nothing to grow from, and nothing to learn.

And yet I am afraid…

Afraid of my Fear. The fear of not being good enough. Fear of not meeting my potential. Fear of sharing my heart. The fear that I have no talent. The fear that no one will like what I have to say. The fear that I don’t like what I have to say. The fear of struggling on stage. The fear of not finding the right words. The fear of not being good enough. Fear of not meeting my potential. Fear of sharing my heart. The fear that I have no talent. The fear that no on will like what I have to say. The fear that I don’t like what I have to say. Fear of struggling on the stage. The fear of not finding the right words.

                fear of not being good enough.

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