Writing scares me.

Writing scares me.
It gives me shivers,
Typing, thinking of what to say.
Trying to that aching feeling in my chest,
To say it in a way that means something.
Meaning more than a first draft,
As much as something's weight in blood,
Worth more than sweat and tears.
A photographic capture,
A possession of myself,
Working to fulfill this
Outpour of a blurb.
Typed and read,
Submitted and forgotten.
Writing scares me,
Because what if I've gotten it all wrong.