I guess it is true that there is a first time for everything. I never thought that I would write a journal entry, but here I am, writing one.

I suppose the reason why I never wanted to write one was that I had already shared some of my poetry, which is very personal. My thoughts, like my poetry are close to my heart, but I thought I would go ahead and write an entry, since these thoughts will not leave me alone.

I have a poem tucked away into my mind and journal. I feel that I should share it, but I am afraid for trivial and somewhat juvenile reasons. I feel like if I share this particular poem, then I will lose a part of myself and that will injure me somehow. It sounds crazy, but I cannot help it.

I want to release it into the world and have hopes that someone will relate to me, but my fear paralyzes me and I sit quiet, waiting for the push to make my words known.