So Until Then

There is a poem in my heart screaming for the world to hear. Scared of how they well take it, what they well say, who well listen.

I know I have a story to tell and the world needs to hear. I know someone out there well understand.

But until I’m ready, until I know where to begin. My stories are locked in me trying to slowly get out.

But what if the world isn’t ready for it? What if no one wants to listen?