What We Write About
See Me
”What we write about; we are.”
I read that today in Class
By Stephanie Land.
I read her writing
And I learned more about
Who she was
Unlike many authors of the books I read
I’ve met her.
I heard her pride
And discomfort at public speaking.
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If you are reading this
You learn more about me.
I write because the words slide across my mind
They bubble through my fingers.
I write because I need it.
Most of you will never see me face to face.
Still, I reveal myself to you.
My wanton need to share my words
To cast them as seeds and
Hope they land in fertile soil.
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Some writing remains ignored
The forsaken and forgotten.
Some people I yearn to read them,
To learn more about who I am.
Perhaps they think there is no need.
Perhaps I share too much, too many
Words.
They support in other ways.
They don’t know the struggle
To shrug off the hurt, the script running
Behind the smile.
Did you see?
Did you read?
Don’t you want to know me?
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I write this knowing they won’t be hurt.
They won’t know
what their inaction means to me.
They won’t know this about me.
But now?
Now you do.
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Judey Kalchik
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Comments (14)
'j' - We Write about ALL Things ~ We're Good at it - and Because we 'Can' ~ 'j'
This is so beautiful and so true. When there are people in our close lives who don't get around to reading our work, sometimes it feels like they can't really know all of us. Sometimes that can feel like a bit of a blessing too, though, lol. Being able to tuck pieces of ourselves into stories, elevate them into fiction, and scatter them throughout the world can provide a feeling of safety but it can also be a little lonely. It's a strange place to be in, as a writer. Thank you for writing this piece. You've done such a beautiful job and prompted me to think about my own identity as a writer a bit more deeply. Thank you for your vulnerability, honesty, and for this gift of a poem. 💗
This is soooo accurate about us writers! Also, it's so cool that you've met the author and gotten her autograph as well!
Yes, I do, & I am better for it.
So true. I feel this too. Beautiful, thanks Judey!
I have learned a lot...and want to know more!
Lots to ponder!!! Superbly written!!!
Really thought provoking piece. I want to be seen through words...I think but at the same time am kind of embarrassed by it in a way. Shall ponder 🤍
Nicely said :)
That was thought provoking in its truth. We do want to be seen through our writing. At first I was thinking not. Like, I never met an alien in a bar and had 10 "snot colored babies," but that piece does give a glimpse into my sometimes warped sense of humour. Yeah, I get it. We want to be seen. We want to be read.
Beautifully put Judey. A reflection of my own feelings about writing
Judey...the truth about the heart of every writer
This was beautiful and insightful.
That is so cool you met in person a writer of a book. I think you are a very interesting and beautiful lady. It’s fun getting to know you through your stories and poem, little by little 🥰