I write in darkness,
So you may see me in light.
Alas, no one sees me in plainness of day,
But at night, in full site.
She got it fairly right, sort of, not really.
“…. you show everything in your work,
…..but nothing in real life”
I agree, somewhat. I’ve tried, many a time,
but people don’t see me in real life.
They read me though, yes, they read me.
My hand, they see my hand.
“…there’s different ways of seeing”, she said.
Ah yes, and none of those ways work for me
So I’ll stick to writing in darkness.
I’ve purposely hidden in the shadows, never divulging my lust for the written word in person to people I grew up with, yet here I am in a world of strangers, and you have pieces of me that the closest people around me don’t have.
People don’t know what to do when you give them something heavy to hold.
That’s why I choose not to offload it to them, makes life so much easier.
I don’t want anyone in my vicinity to ever look at me in disdain. It happened once and I was mortified at how someone can use a vulnerability against me with such raw spite.