Falling

I'm definitely one to rant --why else would I have a damn blog?!
   but honestly for the last couple of months I have been so fearful of what I am going to say.
As if there is some force outside of myself that is warning me to let it go --don't fret about that poem I so desperately want to get down...or the short story I shall never finish.
  It's telling me to slow down and don't be scared that I will run out of words if I don't.
You think it's funny that I actually used to think that?
Really knew in my heart that if I didn't pen every single thought in my brain that I wouldn't be able to keep it.
  I'm finding the opposite is true.
Seems the more I write --the things I want to forget are forever engraved.
  All the iotas I long to remember;  by the wayside for reasons unknown.
I guess I was the one who fell.
  Who forgot to get back up.