This internal debate has been going on for years,

As I judged myself and my creative endeavors too harshly

And read between my own lines so much

To the point where the paragraphs got lost in translation.

But from now on my work shall not be hidden in a box under the bed anymore,

It will instead slowly get exposed to light and develop,

Because there’s nothing worse than bottling up your own stories

In a world where the crisis of imagination is the order of the day