EmbarrassedByMyself

For a story to be heard, It must be shouted from the mountain tops. It must be held and raised and praised, But most of all it must be cherished. Though some stories are never heard. Their speakers to quiet, to shy. Insecurities scaring them from speaking, Before they even had a chance to grow. The best stories are never really finished. To finish is to add blemish, As some stories could say. So incomplete and left behind, Many stories rest.                            A story is never perfect...