A Little Push

I fear I have nothing

to say

that every utterance

drool soaked

and

garbled

says

nothing

or worse

says

everything

all my foibles

fears

failures

and

falsehoods

I tell myself

it is ok

everyone

is

imperfect

that somehow

by getting it out

getting anything out

I will make space

to grow

to grow

a will

a discipline

a voice

a backbone

I pick at my manicured memories

 with an orange wood stick

I push the point

deep back

to the quick

I scrape

the dirt 

dug up

for the evidence

 of planting

a garden

a

single

seed

a

life

finding

feeling

finally

in my fingertips

Camp NaNoWriMo  Day 19