Fear is in the Mind of the Beholder, a Poem

You haven't read The bodies of work I expend salt water over It is not because you are cruel Nor is your voice a myriad vipers Clutching, clinging, stinging At every mistake Rather, I am afraid your harmony May one day sound akin the cacophonous criticisms That I judge myself with daily Photo Credit: https://www.pexels.com/@pixabay