Poem: I was quite slow about starting

I was quite slow about starting

It was fear.  I was afraid.
It shouldn't have been that way,
there was no great danger,
not any chance of harm.
I cannot explain it
except as fear, though,
as being afraid of starting.
I wish I could be free of that.
I had expected it would change
after all this time,
had thought I would learn and know,
but it still happens,
and far too often, as well.

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