Saturday, November 15, 2008
I write. I wait. I write and I hope.
I write. I tell. I wait. I compose. I let go.
I reveal. I shame. I fight. I bore. I write.
I detail. I write. I read. I fix.
I throw up for gold. I strike nothing.
I write. I bore. I explain. I dig.
I empty. I cry. I cry. I swim.
I connect. I find. I write.
I write. I see. I write.
I draw faces on my eyes. I write.
I hurt. I hurt. I write. I anger. I write.
I pull. I grab. I force. I turn. I write.
I write until I stop. I toss away. I drop...
And still again, I write.
I write, bore, breathe, and write,
Sometimes I can't bear myself.
My boring details, my insecurities.
But I don't hide anymore. I write.
I write to myself. I write to a face I see...
To someone who cares...who won't mind
My honesty or my mistakes.
I turn away from the judger, the criticizer
And write to someone else
Unless I'm mad. In anger,
I'll take her on...that mean bit of
Me-she gets in the way.
I release. I write.
I routine. I write.
Copyright 2009 Cynthia S. Pittmann