Wow. I hit 200
creepers followers today, since starting in late February. Like I said many times before, I came here a closet poet to compile my poetry into one location, and was blissfully unaware that there was an avid community of supportive friends waiting for me and my words. And likewise, a rich plethora of your art and creation and words as well. I have been equally stimulated and challenged by what you put before me every day. Thank you. There are some seriously brilliant badasses here. Hats off.
So I don’t take it lightly that you chose to click that little box and
waste spend your valuable minutes reading, acknowledging, commenting, engaging with me on my poetry and the occasional entertaining journal entry. There are a million other things you could be doing with your time, and so I express my gratitude for those that check in on my every day or even periodically. I would have probably crawled back into my dark poetic closet cave had I not had the feedback and love you have shown me.
You have inspired and encouraged me to keep on going…sharing whatever pops out of my head during a particular moment, good, bad, sexy, not-so-sexy, intellectual, philosophical, silly. I truly hope you enjoy it.
I look back and think of all the time I wasted not nurturing my writing and poetry and wonder what I could have been producing all these years, had I known you existed.
But, the way things are pouring out of me like they never have before in my life, I think I will more than make up for lost time.
I always knew I was a writer, and a writer-at-heart, but I never predicted I’d have an audience for it. I can run, but I can’t hide.
I can now admit…with almost as much tingling as saying “I’ve lost my virginity”:
I am a writer.
There. That wasn’t so bad now, was it, Emily?