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
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?