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Writer's Lament

Poetry By: Coralie
Poetry



These are just some reflections I've had recently on writing, reading, and being a writer.


Submitted:Oct 7, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


My fingers hover over the keyboard as I type in the last few lines, the ones that took me almost an hour to determine the right words.

"What if they don't like it?" I think, "What if someone thinks my lack of pompous vocabulary poses threat to the literature and its structure? What if it goes overlooked?"

A feeling in the pit of my stomach tells me to change it, while the voice in my head says no.

I lean back in my chair, rubbing my temples, trying to relax my eyes from the strain of the illuminated computer screen.

The humor of it all is that I say to people in public that I'm no good with words, but then I devote countless hours slaving over writing.

Just to be read by people I will likely never meet.

Just to get a meager comment, maybe even a "like" that would brighten my day tremendously.

But the whole problem boils down to the fact that I stress over deadlines to participate in contests, I write and rewrite entire novels in both my head and on paper,

I waste endless amounts of time on something that most people don't know exists,

But why?

Well, there's no precise definition of being a writer, and there's never a book that instructs you on how to be happy with what you've made, and have everyone else love it, too.

Yet the thing that truly seems to make one a writer is when you finally realize:

That second you post a story, a poem, the slightest thing,

Your

Words

Are

No

Longer

Your

Own.





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