The Worried Writer



By Mommy With a Side of Me

She hates the exposure and she craves it. Starting her journey, a word-filled suitcase in hand. With reluctance, she stands unclothed in the busy street. Acknowledge painted on her skin.

No one looks away from their directed minds. She quickly runs and hides. Fully covered behind the screen. Shaded from judgment. Peering into the crowds often.

She spoke. She is here. The silence is unforgiving. Tears roll over the scars. Bleeding the paint onto her clutched baggage. Questioning her worth.

No, she will continue on. Defeat stained with knowledge. Worthy of greatness.

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