I always felt that I belonged in the motherly embrace of words, twisting and toying with them, until a poem forms - of sorts.
But today. Today I felt a certain sense of fear. If I'm no longer recognised for my skill with words - my identity which I worked so hard to build, it will be more than I can bear. Because it's the only thing keeping me from vanishing into thin air....
I know this is ridiculous after one minor setback - but the fear was certainly there....