I’m afraid to lose the the arch of my words.
I’m afraid that one day I will mentally fall and my words won’t come out.
I’m afraid my speech will splur and my words won’t make sense.
Im afraid when once I talk my words won’t have their arch.
My words won’t have expressions,
They won’t have meaning,
They won’t have effect,
And
They won’t have a soul.
My fear of losing the arch of my words terrifies me, but even if that happens I would be satisfied with everything I wrote good or bad, happy or sad.
I don’t write to inspire.
I’m uninspired because im selfish,
Because I write for me and only me.
Because I can’t express myself anyother way.
So if my words were to splur, crumble, fall apart,
or lose its arch. I just hope at least one person reads my writing and knew or knows what I was feeling.
That’s my only wish for my writing.
If I were to lose the arch to my words.
BY: Marisa Chau