something | day 11 | freewrite

a part of me wishes that I wasn't so afraid to say something.

a part of me wishes that I wasn't so afraid to do something.

a part of me, no, all of me caught between my voice and the echo, afraid to become something else afraid to become something more

me, the wraith of empty school halls, who hides from sunlight to become her own shadow

me, the sticky note poet, who hides behind a pen and name to separate her mind from her body

to be something to be nothing to be anyone

but me.