A Letter.
Peggy,
You want me to show you a poem, and I will. But let me tell you first why I am so scared to write anything or show anything that I've ever written.
Believe me when I say to you, I know that silence is torture.
Whenever I write, I can do nothing else than write from myself. But when I look at myself, I see something twisted out of all recognition by the pain of silent torture and suffering. I feel that my heart has been contorted into something monsterous and ugly by all kinds of sin.
If I write poetry for you and the whole world to see, and you confirm to me what I already see, I'll know for certain what I am, and that's the greatest fear for me.
I will write something for you, but it will take me a minute to gain the courage to try and let my darkness shine.
Bear with me, I promise I will try.