When my insecurities take their hold

The state of not knowing or defining

becomes fear that I am not enough

for the world to know;

That my desire to shout from the climax

of the peak will never be fufilled,

and instead I will find myself in a subterranean

marine cavern

My mouth opening to shout my being

and instead muffled by the fetid water

of not knowing if to speak is to sentance myself

to never.