…what scares you most?
I know them well, the voices
in the mind which begin to whisper,
rant, and rave about your inability and
the impossibility and all the vain
effort you throw at the page
white and raw
gleaming at you like an evil eye, daring
you, try it,
laughing at you, a blank bully
claiming you don’t have a chance. Hush.
Leak scribbles or phrases, vowels and verbs,
nonsense or pretense or suspense
from the end of your pen. Loose it
from doubt-shackles, write to
silence the critics