Why am I scared to write
The words in my mind that scream
To be written
Why am I scared to read
The words of others
Not knowing if they are for better or for worse
This fear, to write, to read,
A piercing coldness, heartache, and loss
Of a voice that is my own
Does anyone care enough
To look beyond themselves
And become another?
To see the world through eyes
Experience emotion reason
Of the other?
Are we doomed to always condemn
Hate enrage ignore
Each other?
I hope not.
Though fear turns my hands to ice to type it,
I hope not.