Showing posts with label Being blind to my poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being blind to my poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 January 2019

Wordblind (February 5, 2011)

I don't understand
Why people say
My writing is powerful
To them.

When
All I see
Is a bunch of characters
Written in my writing.

Or typed
On a computer screen.

What is wrong with me
That I am blind
To this power
Of my written verse.

Or is it
Just another example
Of the damage done
From my childhood?

Just once
I would love
To see.

What others witness
In my own writing.

Therisa © 2019

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