London Poem: Day 304

17 June

I find it difficult to
Pluck words, of whatever
Weight, and place them in
Such a way to satisfy a
Mouth incapable of spitting
Them out at first go.
Too many things stand in
The way, but trepidation
Outshines them all.
Am I made for this?
I don’t know, and it
Frightens me knowing my
First instinct is to say no.

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