I am a Writer who is Afraid to Write.

I ache with un-used passion. Untold stories. Un-shed tears. I ache.

I ache because of dreams un-realized. Obstacles un-surmounted. Changes un-imaginable.

I shake because I am weak. Always learning and always scared. Scared that I should be amazing. But I’m not.

Average. Ordinary. Resigned to life instead of living.

I want to scream but I stay silent. Want to yell, but appear calm.

My insides are churning, shaking, yearning for something more.

Instead I sleep.

Alone with my thoughts. Alone in my bed.

Un-recognized. Un-satisfied.

Looking to the future that is always my past.

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