Poem: I will say it, one day

I will say it, one day

I think so, anyhow,
or plan to, at least,
but it is important
to do it well,
isn't it?  I am

afraid to speak
wrong, to say it
in words that mean
something less
or different
or that do not
help, that do nothing.

It matters to me.

I should say it
for that reason
alone, I guess,
but it makes it

too important
to just rush

and, maybe,
get it all wrong.

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