How willing are you to break down? 

When doing creative work,
the hardest thing is not skill,
but fear.
To create,
I must become transparent like glass—
fragile enough to shatter with the slightest touch.
And to open myself in that state
is agony.
It is terror.

So people defend.
They build walls,
draw curtains,
and bury their truths.
They blame the world
for the tremble in their own hearts,
projecting their shadows
onto anything that moves.

But behind those walls,
they see only what they have constructed—
never the truth.
To see clearly,
they must break.

And breaking
always means
crossing the river of pain.