What We Write About

”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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