Writing in fear that my words will be read.
That is prickly business.
As author, I may choose
Whatever I want to place upon the page.
But I lack the power to control my audience,
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