I’ve always held back.

Always felt insecure.

Because my passion is so strong,

so defiant

and pure,

that it radiates sun light so raw.

Let’s talk about passion.

Success.

Ambition

and hope.

Mixed with hardwork and dedication.

Let’s talk about the soul in which passion is born.

See, I always had to hold back,

my fear stacked against me.

No one understand how the only thing you love,

is all you ever think about.

Eat.

Sleep.

Breath.

Baby, I’m ambitious.

Motivated.

Hell bent on getting you to reach the level of intensity,

with my authenticity.

I’ve been holding back.

My fears been keeping me company.

This world is not ready to understand.

Or take a chance.

With an introvert.

A woman or man or child made of entirely words

and stanzas.

How we drift from lips like air kisses

and flit from minds like birds on trees.

The little underdogs with dreams and ideas

that complete big pictures.

I’ve been holding back.

Holding my potential hostage

and my dreams prisoner.

Wasting away like garbage

piles.

I wanna talk about passion.

How it consumes me, breathe me,

Holds me.

How this isn’t a hobby or just therapy.

It’s love,

like a warm blanket on a cold winter day,

or ice cubes that lick your neck on hot summer days.

Lover’s arms wrapped around you tight when nightmares

give you fright.

I want to talk about passion.

How its my world and all I wanna do is give people a glance.

A real look.

I’m about 100 shades deep and 30 screams loud

and I don’t think anybody can see,

I’ve been holding back.

All because my fears feed my insecurity.

Leaving me stagnant.