I wrestle with what comes
across as effortless to some –
with finding words that serve me
valiantly
when my inner strength succumbs
to my fears,
and gallantry
is nowhere to be found
between the heart that feeds my mind its thoughts
and the hand that writes them down.
My fears rest upon my balance scale
opposing my will to prevail
against concerns of being judged,
criticized, and shown no love;
vilified by my self-consciousness –
curtailing the responsiveness
of my scribing guiding
limb.
Immobilized by my fear’s wantonness.
I can’t shake this feeling of nakedness
that comes when I expose
my private feelings and my thoughts
before you all within my prose.
So I hide behind a pseudonym
and faceless avatar.
Remaining aloof sharing my truth
has best abetted me thus far.
Setting free my passion.
Sparing me from my noose.
Therapy for anxieties
I have nurtured since my youth.
-HymnAgen