'She is scared. Yes. She shudders thinking about the near future, she cries silently in the darkness of the late nights…'
I stop and stare at the words I have written. My words. Words describing my feelings yet I make them anonymous.
"You are a coward" a voice from deep within my mind rumbles.
I shrug; I know so, of course.
"A COWARD" the voice is much more blunt and stabbing this time.
Despite myself I quiver suddenly with fear. I know I am one.
"What are you afraid of? That your friends might read this? They are friends! They'll know it! There is nothing to be afraid of, leave that hiding place of yours. Come up front, show yourself, there is more to you than you think, let people know. Come out! "
I don’t know if it was a lecture, an order or a mere speech. I sigh, I feel something, a little confidence.
"Believe! Start over!"
I do as told. I write again, once more.
'I am scared. Yes. I shudder thinking about the near future, I cry silently in the darkness of the late nights… I am not sure if I walk alone or are all those I love beside me. I am not sure if my steps are steadfast, I do not want to stumble I know I'll bruise. I want support; I want them around me together, because together we'll manage. I know so.'
I can! I smile, I write on. It's me this time.