I'm a musician who loves to write poetry.
I once hung poems on these walls and it felt good to have somewhere to put those creations. I felt so inspired, I began writing a lot.
Since taking down those poems and moving on, I've stopped writing as much and I feel something is missing. So I decided to return.
I'm not here to review other people's work or make friends and I don't expect anyone to review my stuff either. I'm not trying to be snooty or mean - I just know how caught up I can get and it isn't a pretty sight.
You see. I've been there and done that. I once opened myself up in some ways and closed myself off in others and in doing so I've come to the conclusion that there is beauty in mystery. In not knowing the poet their poems are more pliable and live longer. Their poems morph into what we need them to be in that moment.
I am an inadequate person on a multitude of levels, but somewhere inside is a red bird who sings and I ask that you look at the bird, not the bars that hold it prisoner.