Just...Try

It's been so long I feel like I've forgotten how.
It hurts to write, but it hurts so much more not to.
Every time I've gotten the idea to write I've stopped myself. Or something...held me back.
Me. I held me back.

I want to try again.
I need to.
I can't let that part of me go
It's been dying slowly.

I speak a million words and say not one useful thing.

"I feel like tonight the bullies have won."

My thoughts the night before inauguration day.

I haven't gotten past my fear of speaking my opinion. Partly because I'm not sure of it sometimes, but mostly because it's hard for me to deal with the responses.

I could have been famous but I chose to be silent.

Well, not famous. Outspoken. Articulate. Headstrong.

What's the alternative?

They'll never know me.

And neither will I.