I could nearly say 4, 3, 2, 1.
But instead, I find myself afraid.
Not afraid of you,
But of me.
That maybe I’ve shared too much,
that this series became too close a mirror,
maybe even spooked you.
I don’t know if you’ve read any of it,
If you’ve seen me in these words,
If you’ve felt the pull.
Most days, I imagine you have,
But imagination is a dangerous friend.
And for the first time in 14 days,
I’m second-guessing this decision.
So I’ll pause here.
Not forever,
Just for a little while.
I’ll let silence breathe.
And then,
I’ll return
clearer, stronger,
and maybe braver than I feel today.
Because here’s the truth:
I started this because I knew I’d miss you.
I didn’t think I would share this much,
But it wouldn’t be me
If I weren’t my authentic self.
So if you are reading,
know this:
I’m still here.
And maybe it’s time
for you to pick up your pen…
or not.
I’ll see you again soon
Not sure how it all started, here is the story of how it all began.
Written by Abii