Confidence decided to move to the next door. My pride wouldn't let me follow it. I wanted to tell the world a lot of things
but my fear kept shutting me down. It felt like there was some sequence and wires controlling me. So I decided to rush out and just scream but some thought I was a mad person. Then one day I found a broken pencil on the floor and a torn paper next to my bed. I sharpened it and led it to it's companion. The couple thanked me for reconciling them so they decided to reward me. They gave me an offer to express how I feel without fear. I accepted and that is why today I write.

© Connie