There are a number of blog posts I have written, needing to get things of my chest, but they stay unpublished, like a ghost haunting me, asking me why I don't have the courage to hit the publish button.
The only reason I have, is that I don't want to hurt anyone I love. Some of the things written in these posts, would most likely, devastate some of those people. I can not bring myself to do that. And so they continue to sit there, mocking me for my weakness, stopping me from blogging, for I feel that they are the truth of who I am at the moment, and in moments not long past.
I will go and re-read them and then delete them, for I fear that while they sit there, my mojo will not come back. But what if I am wrong, what if deleting them is worse than keeping them here?
Who would have thought the truth could be so scary.