Just slightly braver

Just slightly braver

I’ve been on a journey now, for quite some time
But it does not belong to me; it’s not just mine.
They are so many people, trying to be more self aware
Too many questioning, what was so awfully unfair

I’ve written a lot, about the things I have found
It’s one of the tools, that keeps my feet on the ground
As many twists and turns, as a whole team of dancers
But one thing is for sure, I don’t have all the answers

I’ve shared a lot, of what goes on in my head
My lasting legacy, for when I am done here; dead
I’m sure there are many times, when you think I am wrong
You don’t have to agree, with the beat of my song

Every single time it’s tough; pushing that button
One thing I am not, is an attention glutton
Heart felt words hang in the air and suspend
It’s a choice, but a struggle, a battle to send

My way to process, to understand better
Journal, article, poem or an unsent letter
It’s harder when tired, in pain or run-down
It’s exhausting to write this stuff, to get it all down

It takes so long to write, each and every blog
Incredibly important, but one hard slog
Every single post and without exception
Constantly worrying; what will be the reception?

Hoping that my words will help, or resonate
But in no way trying to fix, or manipulate
I’ve spent most of my life, feeling different and alone
Perpetually weighed down, by the weight of this stone

Did I miss the mark, with this encapsulation?
Riddled with self doubt and anticipation
I am aware other stories, are much darker and graver
But sharing this stuff, makes me just slightly braver