fears

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Deep in my soul
A thought, an idea, a story
Wants to come forth
Wants to be birthed.

Something beautiful
Something wonderful
Something ugly.

Something dark.

It yearns to be free
It yearns to have a voice.

The pen tries to write
The ink runs dry
As fear slithers up my spine
Like a wet, slimy snake.

Wrapping its thick body
Around my throat
Silencing any noise
That wants to come out.

It whispers in my ear
You are an imposter.

A fake.

Fighting through the fog
The darkness
My hand battles to be heard
To give voice
To the thought, the idea, the story
Deep in my soul.

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