Me and the Page

I’m not afraid to tell people that I write.
In fact I’m not sure I give a fuck.

Sitting around worrying what people will think
will hollow you out,
steal the light from your eyes.

You can’t live that way. You shouldn’t live that way.

You are welcome to read.
If you like it then great.
If you don’t then that’s cool too.

But when the sun burns out,
and breathing isn’t easy,

it’s me and the page.

Why am I telling you this?
I’m not.
This is a reminder.
A reckoning.