Maybe I should write about things that scare me

Isn’t that what makes great poetry

Don’t words sound better forced from clenched throats

As shaky whispers and stifled notes

When a poet can’t hear their own voice through the beat

Of their heart pumping quickly upon their sleeve

When they’re practically stripping with each word breathed

Until they’re standing naked for the world to see

Yeah maybe I should write about things that scare me

SWD 10/2018