far far too much wishing

I wish I could be more vulgar,
surprise the world with my words,
love the taboo,
I wish the ripple of the water
spooned words into my mouth,
run off through my pen,
I wish the coming dark
and the shadows he brings
didn’t frighten me,
I wish the future,
myself,
didn’t scare me.
I write to explain my soul
so maybe someday
I’ll read my words and understand