Look a here, on the day I decide to stop playing hermit and try to catch up with y’all, I find out it was World Poetry Day. Why no Goggle doodle? Hmmm?
I have two more time zones till the 21st is over in the US.
I need no excuse but it seems like a great way to break the ice on my blazing silence. I’ve written mainly for myself lately and it’s been uh, interesting. I take full responsibility for any and all weirdness…
HOLDING SILENCE FOR TOO LONG
I’m about to write these words
And just before they get to you
They’re gone
Lost in this void where the over-thinking occurs
I’m getting tired of the best parts of my life
Happening on the inside
Never shared with another that’s actually here
I feel bold when I write
Strong when I let those secret thoughts get some fresh air
But I don’t think you’ll understand
I’m also afraid that you will
My words have cabin fever
My heart tires of babysitting wayward prose
Yet still
The day closes on another empty page
GLORIOUS METTLE 