Fighting for my profession
Sometimes I think honest to myself in my poetry before I’m honest to myself in my regular thoughts and feelings, but maybe that’s not quite the case. Maybe it’s more that I’ll say things in poetry that I won’t say to other people because I figure people will skew the message enough to obscure the meaning completely. And, I guess that’s why I’ve always liked writing poetry. It’s easy to stay hidden behind words. But I’ve been reading a lot of my old stuff for the last half-hour or so, and I think there are so many things that I either knew, or wanted to admit to, that I just didn’t. And I wonder what the outcome would have been if I would have said things outloud. I guess there were a lot of things stopping me from having some conversations.