Follow Through
Blank sheet, taunting me
Daring the person I used to be
To blurt it out, let words flow free
But too deep into my insecurity
I have drowned, no hope for me
What happened to my pen and pad therapy
My safe place, infiltrated by doubt
Nothing from within, brave enough to come out
Generic pairings of letters seeking clout
Simple ramblings, who knows what they’re about
Any ounce of approval, no matter the amount
Rusty thoughts like the abandoned Tin Man
Cobwebbed brain needing “oil can”
Hoping out there is just one fan
Follow through, girl, you made a plan
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