Find comfort amongst bloggers,
witness the birth of writers,
misplace my own purpose, fallen
gather ideas, maintain my shame;
I am a fictional character, having
miscarried my own story, declined
into dirt – dangerous; energy limited,
no stores to drive me, never really
known a home where peace dwells,
where brilliance is nurtured, worn
down with beatings, ascribed to
independence too young, immature
chose boisterousness over gentleness,
became a second/third-hand wife,
parent, place last behind responsibility.
beat myself up now over my stupidity,
lack of credibility, an obligatory failure –
any wisdom preserved redundant.
Stop already! This is but a one-sided
tale coloured by shame – change the
lens, multiple stories await birthing
find comfort amongst bloggers,
witness the growth of writers,
recognize the shared experience.