Day 1 - April 1, 2023

Day 1 - April 1, 2023

I am scared to write this poem

Not...scared like when Leatherface lunges

At cringing co-eds

I've never been much for camping

Chainsaws... I'm ok with

But I'm scared to write this poem

Not scared like clack-clack-clacking

Up a monster hill in a tin can

Waiting for the drop

Gravity...I'm good with

But I'm scared to write this poem

I'm scared that...If I really let these thoughts

Do what they want to do

Let them burst from my fingertips

And scorch the page like Burning Man

I'll burn...bridges...man

White hot 

And I'm ...white knuckled

Scared

I'm scared to write this poem

Because I want there to be hope

In the final lines

But I am hope...less

I am scared to write this poem

Because I know there are people

Who might read it or hear it

And I don't want them to feel 

Hope...less

I'm scared to write this poem

Because the people who need

To read it or hear it

Won't

They stopped listening long ago

To voices like mine

With thoughts like these

Or maybe the other voices like mine

Got scared too

And stopped letting their

Thoughts like these

Do what they want to do

I'm scared to write this poem

And, for today

I think acknowledging that

May have to be enough