Opening up and being vulnerable is something new for me. I’ve written poetry and other works in secret for longer than I can remember, being afraid to show anyone my joints because I didn’t want people to judge me or whatever. Thanks to family, friends and therapy I’ve built up the courage to finally share my works. This blog is my outlet.
I wrote this (24 June 2009) and didn’t act on what I preached… until now.
Retract the feelings of being attacked. Go in it alone with no drone. See that its possible to conquer the fossilized monster within your mental cavity. Abandon it. You’re strong enough to do it alone. For the longest time you’ve kept your craft in secret. Every draft tossed into the bucket. It’s time to reveal how you truly feel with no remorse give you mental discourse. Later you’ll see how beneficial this can be. Bottled up and aged, only to make one feel strange. Afraid to honestly speak
what’s hiding inside of me. I am a writer. Always have and always will be.
I’ve always kept my mouth shut and allowed the flow to govern my soul. Always attempting to publicly excel in everything else. Still keeping this dirty secret of mine stored for all this time. Insecure of how others would react to how my words enact. But it’s time to speak up, and not stay quiet. For I’ve stayed in the dark for too long. I must reveal how I truly feel. I AM A WRITER.
Time to let my words take flight, hang glide into your minds eye. Show you beauty with my articulated history. From back to front, wipe away the encrusted notion of what you think. Frustrated you’ll be to see how grand I speak.