This is so emotionally sharp that it cuts through all the bull s**t that I usually consider reflective poetry to be. From the beginning I thought it would end up being one of those poems written to the world about how no one will ever understand the poet. Like, “woe is me, I’m alone in the world.” (Yeah, I used to write poems like that until I decided that poetry is pointless and I’ll never do it again).

But you just tore that negative, and I admit, misguided perspective down for me. This had depth. And it all changes at the second to last line when I realized that this poem wasn’t for me or anyone else. It was a major “oh wow” moment. So thank you. -GradUp

I apologize for some parts of that comment. I’m usually too openly honest. But mostly I apologize for my verb tenses. Man! They’re all over the place and change mid-sentence. (I haven’t written in like a year)

Don’t apologize. Honesty is good, I always appreciate it. And, verb tenses are overrated anyway :p

Definitely connected with the struggling writer bit at the beginning. Perhaps struggling isn’t the right word—just that idea of how much effort and desire there is pent up behind trying to make writing more than just stale words on the paper.

The last part is heartbreaking.

beautiful, even in the struggle. :)

Your imagery is beautiful
This is a big statement (but I have to say it) I prefer your little story to some of Shakespeare’s stories! You should publish some books.

Wow. I feel a little bit like I’ve accidentally read a letter addressed to someone else. Very powerful.