Risk

You’re not a writer, not anymore.

You’re not a reader, not anymore.

What are you that is more than just

a girl sitting there with stories in her head?

Stories to tell

Words to share

And, yet.

The page stays blank.

The blog unfilled.

Your mouth stitched closed.

The books gather dust;

too embarrassed to face their words that come so freely.

Nothing comes without change.

So what are you willing to chance?

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