“Why don’t you ever share your works?” She asks, ruffling through the pages.
Pages upon pages filled with words you’ll never see.
I’ve devoted so much time to the things I write, and they’re written only just for me.
It’s my own personal therapy.
Perhaps it’s my fears holding me back.
Fear of Rejection coupled with my fear of Self- Expression.
It’s a simple recipe
If I never put out what I really feel, rejection will never be able to reach the deepest part of me.
If I keep my words hidden deep in my books, nothing can ever break me
I write what I feel, I write what I see.
I write about things that don’t make sense to me.
I spill my secret dreams, and expose all of my unending insecurities.
So the answer is as simple as it seems
To share my writing, to share my words:
It would be like sharing the deepest parts of me for the entire world to see