I am scared !
Scared to go back and try again ,
To take that leap of faith in me.
I am scared to begin again,
To pick up where I had stopped.
"What if I fail?"
But l,
"What if I do it ?"
Is the possibility of chance
greater that fear?
Is the loss of nothing
more devestating than
the hopefulness of my possibilities?
Am I willing to give my
"to be myself again " on just a
"maybe it's not meant to be !"
How have I lost my courage and not known that I had lost my prized virtue ?
*^ It has been year since I have attempted to write again .
