Scares Me

My mind has gone blank creativity has been drained
These days it’s becoming even harder to maintain
Yet still I wear every single little scar and stain
But they serve no purpose and nothing has changed
My passion has been tossed out into the waves of the blistering cold
Turning my emotions into icicles freezing the corners of my soul
It scares me to know that I am nothing without my rhymes
My poetry is my life and my life my poetry defines
Poetry is my oxygen and I can’t live without it
Chances of me without it yeah I highly doubt it
Because it has healed my heart and has helped me through hard times
That’s why you can feel so much passion dripping from every line
I don’t want this gift to ever fade away
I will try my best to convince it to stay
Just the thought of it escaping
Scares the hell out of me
Kind of makes me feel like
My confidence has fell out of me
Though undoubtedly I’ll bounce back
My time is now you’ll see

By Glenn McCrary




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