My Fear

I heard myself speak to no one last night. I thought I was sleep but I heard
the sound of my own voice slurring through sentences that contained content
that was of no recollection to me. Trying to tune into the words I spoke, I
woke myself up. Now I feel like those words and meaning are lost again in the
archives of my mind.
I can always imagine that I spoke words of courage and knowledge beyond my
years. Did I speak with a venomous tongue that spewed hatred and ignorance? What
if my mind was unsettled because of a deep feeling of remorse, yet I was
apologizing to no one.
My fear is to speak without a conscious mind.