Scares Me

My mind has gone blank creativity has been drained These days it’s becoming even harder to maintain Yet still I wear every single little scar and stain But they serve no purpose and nothing has changed My passion has been tossed out into the waves of the blistering cold Turning my emotions into icicles freezing the corners of my soul It scares me to know that I am nothing without my rhymes My poetry is my life and my life my poetry defines Poetry is my oxygen and I can’t live without it Chances of me without it yeah I highly doubt it Because it has healed my heart and has helped me through hard times That’s why you can feel so much passion dripping from every line I don’t want this gift to ever fade away I will try my best to convince it to stay Just the thought of it escaping Scares the hell out of me Kind of makes me feel like My confidence has fell out of me Though undoubtedly I’ll bounce back My time is now you’ll see By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)