I used to recede sadly into shadows, turning tears into lines
filling drawers and boxes with filled up papers and books
sometimes sharing, turned away, “You say too much”
never really bothered to take half a look
all the while, others pressed me to go public
and I found myself suddenly sharing the stage
with other writers and readers, inspired, inspiring
flying my cage
but here they come, here they are
they’ve seen people speaking my praise
(unspeakable!) newfound fans suddenly
as if their causeless cutting ways never fazed me.
I’m amazed in the worst possible way
I’m made of ink, tattooed fives over in ink, submerged always in sound
words have had a way with me for two and a half weeks shy of thirty five years
and it took just shy of 500 followers, countless likes and comments to decide to come around?!
I see myself from outside myself, staring not at all empty at empty paper and screens
screaming inside, words hiding in the dark where I can’t yet reach
it’s like the words know they’re being watched
frantically anxious in the midst of the security breach.
I can’t sleep, barely write two whole days straight
delete, backspace, facepalm, escape into the deep blue
world of news, reading and sinking my need for distraction into an obsession over the plane crash in Lake Erie, the people from my city, I didn’t know them but feel like I did, and I cry because that’s what empaths do but I digress.
I’ve got to shake this evil unrest
put on the gloves, grip the bat, and crack
the ball disappears into the glowing sun, out of the park!
Queen of the comeback.