I flounder for words to say.

If I can't find the right words,

What do I say?

If I can't find the pen,

Where do I start?

If I make a blank slate,

What colour do I chose?

What brush?

What stroke?

Where?

When?

How?

Even if I find my words,

Can I say them?

Even if I find my thought,

Do I share it?

Even if I find what makes me happiest of all,

Can I do it?

Can I pursue it?

So I don't think, and just flounder.

trying to find the appropriate thing to say.

Even when I have-

And I have,

Can I let it go?

Can I share all my hopes and my dreams with the world?

So I don't.

I just flounder with words.

Trying to find my way. 

~To any introvert. We have all felt this way.