Confession
By Kate MacDonald A fear of failing, Holds me Back from the doing, The starting, Beginning. A fear of failing, Holds me Back from creating. Inhibits, Constraining. A fear of failing, Holds me Back from the chance Of growing, Succeeding. This fear of failing Closes my mind, Roars through my head, Fills up my chest, Arresting my breath. I know I should start. Pick up the pen, Just make a mark. Wield a paint brush or Ply a needle with thread. This fear of failing Prevents me from falling, But it stops me from flying. In my fear to start, I wallow. If I haven’t begun I cannot then fail
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I recently penned a poem that effortlessly wove emotions into words, capturing the essence of my soul. As my thoughts intertwined with the rhythm of each line, I delved into the depths of my imagination, bringing forth an enchanting tapestry of vivid imagery. Each stanza bore the mark of my experiences, while the refrain echoed the cadence of my heart. With every word, I painted a portrait of my innermost thoughts and shared a piece of myself with the world.
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