not ready

not ready to write my heart out
for thirty days of emotional draining
I might bleed out upon the page
as the words saturate the moment
while I hold onto hope
that something good is still in store
my heart is seen and heard
that a gift will be given
careful not to unleash fear
believing that love will win
trusting that I know that heart
somehow it will all work out
despite my imperfections
I might have a chance
to be accepted