The fear of failure sits upon my chest,
The weight of it a crushing dread.
I look upon the page and see my words
And know they’re not enough, they’re dead.

I want to write, I want to share
My thoughts and feelings with the world,
But I’m afraid that no one will care
Or that they’ll laugh and call me hurled.

So I sit here, frozen in my fear,
Unable to write, unable to speak.
I’m trapped inside my own self-doubt
And I don’t know how to break free.

But then I think of all the great
Writers who have come before me.
They all faced the same fears, I know,
But they didn’t let them stop them.

So I take a deep breath and start to write,
And as I do, the fear begins to fade.
I know that I’m not perfect, but that’s okay.
I’m just going to write and let the words flow.

I may never be a famous author,
But that’s okay. I’m just going to write
For myself and for the few who care
To read what I have to say.