• inkblot303 6w

    Writing in fear that my words will be read.
    Now that.
    That is prickly business.
    As author, I may choose
    What words,
    What cadence,
    What tone,
    Whatever I want to place upon the page.
    But I lack the power to control my audience,
    My readers.
    Dear readers.
    Dear YOU.
    Yes, the one who gleans the hidden meanings
    And quaint rendezvous with reality in my words.
    I cannot force you to leave me be,
    And let me freely write.
    But I can implore you.
    So please let me be,
    Let me drown myself in my own words