Fears and Trepidation

Why is it that I so fear this writing?  It pursues me.  It haunts me.  It begs me to put fingertips to the keys and to press.  Yet, I run from it, afraid of failure, of perhaps even more, afraid of success.  

The words of teachers and professors of days past ring in my ears, inviting me to put this talent to the test.  After years of being dormant, of being left in dark and dusty corners, is there any talent left?

I set out timidly on waters unknown to me.  I see my fear watching me from the shoreline, beckoning me to return to it.  I turn and face the upcoming rapids head-on.