I am writer.
There’s not doubt about it.
Behind the scenes is where I stay.
Behind the scenes is where I lay.
What is to become of me?
25 years old…
25 years bold.
Where do I go?
Where do I set off to?
I don’t know.
A lot of us are just looking for something to get off to.
“Will any of us ever come to?”
I think this as I hear pitter patter and marching over my head as I try to come up with the best possible line of how I feel…..
How do I feel?
Every time I try to express how I feel , it seems that something gets in the way.
Can I not feel how I feel?
Can I not feel how I feel without making a big deal?
-Poetry from Nacira Hall circa.2020