Monday, April 11, 2022

April 11: Poem 11

I write 
to an audience of me

because I know

you 
might never read this

and I try 
not to be sad about it.

Notes

I learned a while ago to only write what I'd want to read. I am not guaranteed any audience at all, and sometimes the people who I really hope will read my work never do. So, I accept that and write to myself. Often, I am writing to myself at different ages; I wish I could say this to 20-year-old me. It would have made many things much easier.

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