Poem: Maybe

I can be heard

Hello Reader,

I wrote something different from what I usually write. I am not quite sure what it is. For some, it may be a poem, it may also be just a thought or a flow of a feeling in the moment. It is sometimes hard to be heard, not because of others but because of myself. When people focus on me, it makes me nervous, and I find myself finishing sentences too early, cutting words too soon, leaving conversations prematurely, doubting myself even while knowing the topic perfectly, and just speaking too fast. What is it all about, I asked myself, wondering where it came from.

I do not consider this post to be a particularly good work, but it is honest, and I wanted to share it.

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Maybe 

Maybe I do not have to speak so quickly
Maybe people will still listen
if I slow down
Maybe they can focus for longer than a second
Maybe time is not always chasing others’ minds
Maybe I speak quickly because my father never let me finish my sentence
Maybe I speak quickly because my mother does not truly hear me
Maybe it is because I was not popular at school 
and my opinion, therefore, must not be valid
Maybe now I am too scared to finish it myself
Maybe I don't have to mumble
because I'm not being awkward, and I do have things to say
that are worth hearing

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What would you call a poem like this? Does it have a name? I write very intuitively and used to think that poems must rhyme. How wrong was I?

Markéta N.