you want me to tell them my t…?
I want so badly for the words I write here to be(come) true.
I want so badly for my writings to be
filled with hope.
filled with strength
filled with words of wisdom beyond my years.
But the truth is
I am doubtful
I am weak
I am lost
This is my t, my truth.
It is the first I’ve written here, but I promise, to myself, that it will not be the last.