Writing

Most of the time,

I don't know what I'm doing,

Write word after word on the blank page.

I try to tell a story,

Filled with a tremor in my voice,

Trying to keep the right pace.

I have no expectations,

Only the need to tell the tale,

Trapped inside my head.

I have no regrets,

Putting my deepest self out there,

So it can be read.