Driven

I’m scared,

I don’t know what to do.

I need to unleash my creativity,

Need to write just about daily.

I yearn to create,

To no longer obstinate,

To just be free,

Writing and creating and just being me.

There is a part inside of me I need to let out,

Need to break free,

Need to let scream and shout.

But, I am afraid.

Afraid of what others might think,

Afraid I won’t be able to control,

Afraid I won’t be able to accept my own self,

Simply letting go.

Being confident and loud through my deep, dark desiring.

I feel I need to do this,

Until then, there is no other way,

But I am afraid, and scared, and lost

In the unknown, and the idea thereof,

Of how all will perceive me when I let loose and let myself rise above

Where I have been hiding my entire life,

What I have been hiding deep down inside.

I’m not sure how to go about this,

There are no step-by-step ways,

I can’t figure it out,

There is no logical path to take,

I fear I feel it must come naturally,

Stepping out of my comfort zone and just being free.

This is why I’m scared, afraid, procrastinating,

Because, I so rarely let the world see

This driven side of me.