Often as a writer I pour over whether what I am writing is something that should command any attention. I reach out for the ethereal words to grasp them from the semi-opaque vapors in my mind that pass for thoughts, trying earnestly to say something significant. It is nearly inexpressible how I often feel that this is an exercise in futility: I can never say it well enough. It will fail, I fear… I believe. I even wrote an untitled poem back in early March that I posted on my personal Instagram (@prramer) that spoke to this feeling of inevitable failure at words.
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As I Am
It is gentle, soft, and whiteAnd tender, vulnerable, and pinkFull of uncertainty but comfortableI ask for nothing, expecting nothingYet there may be a home here for my soulMy heart is thankful for small gesturesI don’t know when I have ever felt so welcomeTo enter and remove the coat of my privacy and self-protectionTo seat my … Read more As I Am
Overlooked
This is what I feared would happenAnd didn’t want to happenBut did happenI allowed myself to see possibilitiesTo develop feelings and grow attachedBut the possibility was snatchedAnd fate rudely substitutedHeartache for my hopeAnd tears for my happinessI will confessI want something trulyBut truly I do not wantTo hurt to find itI know trying is importantBecause … Read more Overlooked
Dear Poetry
To you I come once moreTo whisper in your ear my secretsAnd disclose my intimate thoughtsMy diary is neglectedBecause to you I confessMy darkest feelings and exposeMy truest fearsI have only known you a short whileBut you know the mostWhen my friendship collapsedTo you I told my storyAnd admitted my blindnessWith you I sharedMy teenage … Read more Dear Poetry
Maybe Never
In my little garden, I plant
Little, frail seeds in oil black soil
Whose hopes are to grow firm and rich
In fruit and vine
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