Writing

July 1, 2025 - Why do we read and write?

Unexpected

but a blessing.

Or at least what I hope will be one.

A surprise

something I normally don't like

but this time

it's different.

It's different because it's you.

Because you reached out

I hate how everything is now

I hate how everyone watered my roots with their poison

how my strongest limbs have been sliced from my trunk

how the rich green of my leaves dulls to a mulchy brown as they fall

down

It felt nice, I guess

Not the backstabbing wannabes

But

The smell of chlorine

How it wouldn't get out of my hair

The racing swimsuit

How snug it was

Streamlined

How fast I was in the water

Everything

Is always a competition with you

Isn't it

You always have to prove you're the best when you know

We all know

You're not

Like saying "playing on the big stage is fun"

I wanted to cry

I can feel a lot of things.

Sensitive, but not like you'd think.

Not like crying all the time

Or getting upset.

I hide it well, I think.

I've learned to mask my temper