Abstract: It’s Been A While
This pages waited, unedited and old,
without much attention from their master.
I confess my negligence and promise my repentance, an act made true,
with each keystroke.
The fury of the last four months- glory and all- pulled me from the loves that carried me to them:
expression, authoring, and naked truth-telling.
I refuse to let go of my lover and friend: Lady Goodwords.
She was good to me and gave me a home.
It was here, on my island of internet,
I poured my heart out to the few who dared to read it.
Clunky and unschooled,
I pushed past embarrassment and convention to say something, anything,
as long as it was true.
And now, I linger in the doorway,
hand on the post,
longing to be let back in.
I crave these solitary fields, my hideaway,
where I type what’s in my heart to type,
and press ‘DONE’ without hesitation.
