Confession
By Kate MacDonald
A fear of failing,
Holds me
Back from the doing,
The starting,
Beginning.
A fear of failing,
Holds me
Back from creating.
Inhibits,
Constraining.
A fear of failing,
Holds me
Back from the chance
Of growing,
Succeeding.
This fear of failing
Closes my mind,
Roars through my head,
Fills up my chest,
Arresting my breath.
I know I should start.
Pick up the pen,
Just make a mark.
Wield a paint brush or
Ply a needle with thread.
This fear of failing
Prevents me from falling,
But it stops me from flying.
In my fear to start,
I wallow.
If I haven’t begun
I cannot then fail
By Kate MacDonald
A fear of failing,
Holds me
Back from the doing,
The starting,
Beginning.
A fear of failing,
Holds me
Back from creating.
Inhibits,
Constraining.
A fear of failing,
Holds me
Back from the chance
Of growing,
Succeeding.
This fear of failing
Closes my mind,
Roars through my head,
Fills up my chest,
Arresting my breath.
I know I should start.
Pick up the pen,
Just make a mark.
Wield a paint brush or
Ply a needle with thread.
This fear of failing
Prevents me from falling,
But it stops me from flying.
In my fear to start,
I wallow.
If I haven’t begun
I cannot then fail