Who is it that truly guides the pen?
Who is truly in the conversations?
Whose thoughts? Whose voice?
Whose convictions contended?
Whose conscience wrestled?
Whose guilt? Whose fear? Whose doubt?
Whose ‘yes’ ? Whose ‘no’ ?
Do you think it’s yours? Or do you know it’s yours?
If not yours, then whose?
If you had to pause and find the right words in a conversation, it was never you in it.

