The fear of being not good enough,
It sits like a weight on my chest,
It chokes my words, and makes my breath huff,
It’s a monster that I can’t defeat.

I want to write, but I’m afraid,
That my words will be empty and false,
That my thoughts will be just a waste,
That my poems will be nothing but cold.

So I sit here, and do nothing,
I let the fear consume me whole,
I let it win, and I let it rule,
I let it take my soul.

But I know that I can’t let it win,
I know that I have to try,
I know that I have to write my mind,
Even if my words are not pretty.

So I’ll take a deep breath,
And I’ll let my words flow free,
I’ll write from my heart, and from my soul,
And I’ll let the fear go.