Fear
Writing it is easy,
Saying it is hard..
I wish it was the other way around.
If I could tell you all the things I want to say to you,
Things wouldn’t be so difficult..
I probably wouldn’t feel so insecure all the time..
It all feels so fragile.
If I could just be brave enough to ask the questions,
I hope I will get the answers that bring me at ease..
It’s all so uncertain lately,
And I don’t want to bother you with burdens..
But now I carry this burden alone..
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Quicksilver: | Woensdag, maart 14, 2012 09:59 |
| mag ik je hier sterkte bij wensen, dat je lasten verlicht mogen worden in de komende tijd! lieve groetjes |
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| Auteur: Asylum | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 maart 2012 | ||
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