I don’t know why it feels so scary sometimes,
to have an opinion, creation, thought,
shared.
Not knowing what will happen
to that opinion, creation, thought,
once it leaves your body.
Who will use it and how,
or will it even be given the most precious thing,
external attention.
Self awareness is awareness of the finite,
a call to opinion, creation, and thought.
And maybe that awareness calls for acceptance and courage,
if any opinion, creation, or thought
is to become something more than fears and reasons to stay hidden and finite.