La Rue

“Why aren’t you writing poetry?” “How do you know I’m not?” “I just know.” His voice when he says this—quiet, considered, compassionate—takes me right back. Gabriel understands what it feels like to want something so badly and be afraid you’ll never get it. The undertow that pulses beneath the dream, the voice of doubt—What if I’m not good enough? The temptation to give up before you have had time to find out. It was once the thing that bound us together.”
― Clare Leslie Hall, Broken Country