spoken

some may have an urge to do something; and there are those who possess a talent for doing it well…then, there are the people walking among us who are able to grab a mic and channel ‘amazing’, using the loudest of subtleties of words & play, putting their very essence out there so tangibly and so clearly that everyone within earshot of their work truly feels every word they’ve chosen to stoke us with…and the imprint they leave shows in the goose bumps we’re all covered in when they’re done.
they make you feel like you’re a privy to something that only you and the select few present are trusted with and frankly, it’s one that you couldn’t find the words to justly convey anyway…so i’ll stop trying now…but at the very least, i owe them this attempt.

to my self doubt

to the shadow behind my half-smiles…the focus of my every sideways glance, you are my reason for second-guessing any answer or feeling before sharing, and why my goals and aspirations are whispers and not proclamations…
i sleep thoroughly most nights, wrapped in your arms–my excuses & complacency–reinforced by the uselessness of my unfounded concerns, my half-written books, my unbalance.  i’m comfortable there, and you graciously take the blame for that.
in as much as i hate your existence though, i do so enjoy every time i get the best of you…with every line i write, every genuine smile sent my way, and through every word of encouragement i earn…my confidence grows.

everybody’s got their vices, their flaws…i’m certainly not without mine: my dedication to you…