She typed her poems in size 6 font
afraid of someone
reading over her shoulder.
She was a writer
afraid to share what she had written.
She knew
that she had revealed too much of herself
too much of the part of herself
that she keeps hidden,
suppressed.
To have someone read what she wrote
and know about her,
terrified her.
Yet she kept writing
knowing that it was what she wanted to do,
what she had to do.
If she didn't write,
no one would ever know anything
about her.
So she wrote
and proofread
deciding how much of herself
to reveal.
She would delete
and modify
until it seemed as if she was
an anonymous poet.
Yet someone always could tell
that it was her
doing the writing.
So she shared her poem
anyways.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
She typed her poems in size 6 font
afraid of someone
reading over her shoulder.
She was a writer
afraid to share what she had written.
She knew
that she had revealed too much of herself
too much of the part of herself
that she keeps hidden,
suppressed.
To have someone read what she wrote
and know about her,
terrified her.
Yet she kept writing
knowing that it was what she wanted to do,
what she had to do.
If she didn't write,
no one would ever know anything
about her.
So she wrote
and proofread
deciding how much of herself
to reveal.
She would delete
and modify
until it seemed as if she was
an anonymous poet.
Yet someone always could tell
that it was her
doing the writing.
So she shared her poem
anyways.
