#ThovghtfvllThvrsday Poetry

I grasp at strings

desperate

desperate

I fear you will see

will see

how I see me

a failure

wanting

wanting

~ myrth

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I was never the type to keep a diary of my thoughts when I was younger. Mostly I wrote poetry. I even have a journal full of poems that no one has ever read. Like my prose writing, it felt too personal for me to publish any of my work to the public - like I am going to be baring my soul. But how will I ever carve my small place in the world and be proud of myself when I hide this part of me? It's scary and cathartic at the same time. This will be the first poem I will be posting from my collection and I'll be posting every Thursday. I hope you like it.