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First a creeping fear
The unknown peeks
Its shadowed head above the bow
In this debut year
The author finds she speaks
Of truths hidden until now
Every step she takes
One piece of her goal
Slots quiet, firm in place
Fears her heart will break
This endeavour of her soul
Now out to a public space
Many months submerged
In the business side
Preparing for the stage
All these fears emerged
Commerce fighting pride
Is this freedom or a cage?
Anticipation of a voice
Heard pure across the world
If only by a generous few
Frightening, alluring choice
All the flags unfurled
Reveal depths of what we do.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Breathe deeply, and keep writing.
Thanks, I will !! 🙂 🙂
Beautiful, powerful, thought invoking.
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
Just keep writing….just keep writing!! ‘Cause we love it and we love you!! 🙂
Thanks Skye, lots of love right back at you!! 🙂 🙂
You stop writing and I’m gonna swim to the southern hemisphere and kick your aussie butt with my dinky size 5 boots! They might be small but can be lethal LOLOL hugggs Sis xxx
LOLOL! I’m sure you can be! Don’t worry, this was more a musing over the fear that attends publishing a first novel, not an indication I’ll stop writing!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
In love with that closing line 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂