All I want to do,
All I want to be,
All I need to be complete.
At night it visits me, in the morning it hides behind the sun’s rays.
Who’s afraid to bring it out in the light of day?
Who’s going to judge?
Everyone I whisper- who cares the pen responds?
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 
Beautiful
You beautifully capture a feeling I think many writers experience. Great job!
Yes, who is going to judge.
elegant and beautiful!
This is great, very well written and so relatable. Thanks for sharing!
As we say in Ireland, fuck the begrudgers (pardon the expletive)
You pen offers sage advice. Mine “talks” to me, too. I can relate.