Sometimes I stare at an empty page and am terrified to put anything down,
Like I'm afraid that if I put anything down, I'll ruin the endless possibilities, the hundreds of millions of combinations of words or stories,
I feel as if the possibilities hold more value than anything I have to say, and a part of me knows that isn't true,
That the words or images I can put down are valuable are worthy of being put into existence,
That even if it doesn't always sing or speak to me it can to someone else,
So if you are ever like me and wonder if what you create ever has a right to exist, then here is your sign that it does,
Your art can sing to anyone, your words might be just the thing someone needs to hear,
YOU ARE READING
A Skip Down the Pathway
Non-FictionA collection of poetry exploring myself, my relationship with the world, and the relationship with the women in my life.
