The fear of sharing my writing (reblog)

Don’t know who you are but I hear a heart beat faster than my own.

Someone read my mind and wrote down the words. I recognize the spellings. Perhaps off a vowel or two. Maybe i am missing some consonants. But i am ready to embrace the “me” who was afraid of their shadow.

If i kept half what i think to myself, i would drive myself back to sickness. I am. I was. I always will be a cyclone. A storm brewing is never calm but always refreshing because who doesn’t like the smell of rain when the sun warms the soul?

Bring the sun in and let your face shine. Some one will find us beautiful!!

Musings Poetry

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