Raise Your Hand (Remember the Wonder)
Raise your hand if you can remember when we wrote just to feel the wonder.
When these words are what we crawled into during those loud nights of thunder.
When we crawled inside our minds to find the world living inside,
And then put it to pen and paper for the ones sitting outside.
And raise your hand if even this has turned into another one of your fears,
Turned into another insecurity we have learned these past few years?
Because if your words aren't good then you aren't good so why the hell are you still writing?
We say we do it for the feeling but the back of our minds are still fighting,
Because your words have to be good and you need to be good so you need to still be writing.
But the pen slips from our grip when the fear of not being good enough starts rising.
But I can remember the childhood thrill, the joy of loving words
And I have been trying to recreate that joy but nothing ever works.
Because my words are all I had but it seems they're slipping through
And I'm so scared of writing badly now that I can't write anything new.
Raise your hand if you can remember when you wrote just to feel the wonder.