BellaMeadows

I'd like to stay out of the dark. I can't seem to though; for it feels like the dark follows me around such as a mark. I write poetry to stay out of the dark. Does that make me a fraud to poetry, and not a true writer, it shouldn't; I sit and write words that hit eyes like darts flying through mid air. But why do I care. I shouldn't' but I do! I care so much!  I know that I'm lucky to have people in my life that care so much about me. It's hard to feel grateful while feeling small though. I'll get through tomorrow such as I got through today, but no guarantee. I love to write, and I could do it all day. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so small.