Writing

This little light of mine
Should I not or should I let it shine?
For with light comes great attention
Which will subject me to fear’s apprehension

I am but a passage
For various kinds of message
The words, I pen down are real as I feel ,no artificial
I’m just like you, but in our own way, we are all special

I do nothing extraordinary except write
About ,thoughts, life and my several plights
I am humbly happy to create
Things that I and others can to relate

Mostly I choose to stay in enclosure
I do not do well with the rigors of exposure
But life is beginning to think otherwise
I don’t know if I can to this challenge rise