Tuesday, July 29, 2008

#2

fear catches me,
just as I pick up the pen,
fear catches me—
I am paralyzed before my own thoughts,
fearful of what might not get into the paper,
of absent rhyme, phrase, and meter,
I succumb to the emotion and depart
leaving yet another day void of connection,
fear catches me,
just as I was sitting down to write you.

Mireille

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