why do I feel so hesitant
to put my fingers onto the keys and type out a word?
there is some undulating pressure that comes
from staring at the blank white expanse,
reminiscent of a gaping blank sheet of paper:
filled with words you never have the courage to write.
I never used to have this hesitancy.
This inertia to act.
Words used to spill from my pencil,
like water flows from a tap.
There was no filter,
and no struggle.
there are too many eyes
too many opinions
that exist in this world
but made anew
we can usher in a new age of support
of love and appreciation
where each word is cherished,
and does not need to be literary genius,
to be considered art.