My Difficulty's.

I don’t know about you,

But I find it difficult to speak,

And through what poems I do,

I find some solace that I'm not weak,

Trying to polish a gem,

One that I created myself,

On a whim,

What I do may fall on deaf ears,

The hardest thing for me,

Is when stress starts to build,

And forces me to steer,

To a place that has some familiarity,

Going further to an area untold,

Writing down everything that draws near,

To clear my head,

Of things that are unclear,

And make it appear.

By: Ethan Mc Closkey

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