Pin pricks of nervousness
puncturing from head to toe.
Sensations left untold that only I know-
Might have been different if I spoke
a word here, a phrase there, built a
sentence, stringed together a story
line by line, page by page.
But what would you say?
What would you have said?
Thinking and over thinking congested my head
blocking open paths-
I was fearfully paralyzed.
The simple thing would’ve been the best,
to have brought out paper and pen
and asked if you would write a story
with me…
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