The tasks I put off
So that I won’t forget, I bold them.
It might not be writer’s blog.
I’m loving to reach readers.
I need to access the whole truth for it to be really good.
A gazer I scroll through the bold, passing past doors that are slammed.
I run into former coworkers.
But most importantly,
I now understand all they have taught me,
Including the importance of keeping my secrets.
Some will continue to be as courageous as they can,
While others will eventually glimpse the light and,
Boy, will they shine and smell of fire.
Viewing the bold as you scroll.
You’re not ready for a killer poem yet,
So I’ll let them alone for the time being.
Perhaps I’m not ready to identify my haters yet.
