New poet jitters
It’s that time I fear most. That time before I go and press post.
I tremble and shake, about to share. I feel like I’m naked standing out there.
Will they ponder and reflect? Will they scoff and reject?
I tell myself, F it I don’t even care. It’s hard not measure, contrast and compare.
I like reaching strangers with feelings and thoughts. But it’s hard not to panic, my stomach in knots.
Maybe they’ll relate, chuckle or think. If I rip myself open perhaps my ego will shrink.
Ok here it goes, I’m not afraid. Look mom here I go, a poet’s been made.
Posted Sep 26, 2022, 2:16 AM UTC
The wording of this is so simplistic but conveys so many emotions and tones. As a writer myself I could feel the feelings of anxiety billowing up as I reread the words of you’re poem. Very well done, as writers we can be our own worse critics but hope that our writings can still convey a teaching somehow. I think you encapsulated that feeling perfectly!
Aw, thank you. You seem to really understand what I was trying to convey. Sharing my inner thoughts and feelings is not easy for me. Writing helps so much with a list of anxieties and stresses. I’m grateful you took time to stop and read my poem. Thank you so, so much.