another poem! (untitled)

I find it hard. To do.

I adore and appreaciate, but no. I will never do what I love

I avoid it like the plague

that what gives me hope to thrive- to continue forward...

I will look at it like art in a museum.

I will love it. From afar- not daring to cross the barrier.

anxious.

Suffering in what is near.

My fear of being judged, not being as articulate, as I want to be

I simply cannot do and I suppose

that is what makes me, me.