I ache,
I feel,
I crave to create,
To pull from my soul
A truth to share.
But the paper is blank.
And I stare,
I stare.
I have things to say.
Do I dare?
Do I dare?
To venture a story,
And share part of me.
A thought,
An idea,
A spark from my heart.
The page fills with words.
And I step in the dark.
I meet my own dreams,
And I give them a shape.
The story is shared.
I am bare.
I am bare.