Real Me In

Real Me In

 

 

doubts follow me

like a hound after a bone

the scent of insecurity

emanates from pages

of written word

 

whispers in my poetic ear

suggesting I retire the pen

prevent more cruelty 

to the brave souls

reading my lame attempts

 

doubts follow me

trailing so closely behind

I want to believe

in the words

my words

 

but then I just imagine

a dais, a crowd

spraying the room with a poetic hose

saturating minds with "would be" verse

and I cannot help but laugh

 

and then I even doubt that is real.

 

 

erin-cilberto

5/5/26

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

No one reading your words would confuse them with "lame attempts."

[SM Davis]

Real me in. Clever. Reality is never as bad as the fear itself. I read your words and wonder if perhaps you and I switched brains for just a moment. What is it about the artist brain that causes these moments? I read your work and think how can that be? Then I remember what it's like to be me and I nod. I get it!

[W. Barrett Munn]

Self-doubt is a cruel master, is it not?