I used to live in Google Docs,
agonizing over every line,
rereading the same sentence
over and over
in my head
because it didn't feel right.
I used to hold my writing
close to my chest
the ink staining my heart,
corrupting my bloodstream,
converting from part of me
to all of me.
I used to stare at blank pages
with tears in my eyes
lamenting to myself
that I'll never be a real writer
because I just couldn't get over this creative funk.
I used to share sparingly
analyzing the readers face
longing for positive feedback
receiving nothing in return.
Now, I live in Write the World
omitting none of my writing from criticism
supporting other young writers who are just like me
entering into user-hosted competitions
trying my best, instead of my hardest.
Every line is one of many,
if you didn't notice your mistake
someone else will point it out nicely.
Sharing everything is freeing,
I promise you'll feel better
when you empty yourself.
What you put out there
doesn't define you,
so don't be afraid to make silly mistakes
Open yourself up for everyone to see;
it's okay to feel exposed or vulnerable or nervous
but there's no reason to be afraid
because we're all the same
and we're looking out for each other.
Oh, the irony. It's been about four months and I'm already giving up on this place. When I first joined WtW, I was excited for the future. I wanted to stay until the very end, all 5 1/2 years. I'm gonna miss this place. I'm gonna miss participating in community challenges, Q&A's, User-hosted Competitions, Appreciation Posts, and so many more opportunities that the admins have stripped away from us. I'm gonna miss writing/receiving peer reviews and comments. I'm gonna miss reading all of y'alls amazing writing. I loved it here. A lot. Write the World still remains close to my heart as I enjoyed my time here, however short that time ended up being.
I'll see y'all on prose ;)