Reading My Writing

Listening to the sound of my writing pen

Hearing the ink flow again and again

Watching the transformation of a blank page

I am a writer and this is my stage

I am the audience, the only spotlight

The only witness of the moment I write

No eyes will see the artistic process

Of creating something out of nothingness

No mind will think the same thoughts as mine

No hand will fill this paper line after line

My deepest feelings will be exposed

To whoever reads what I have composed

My far-fetched imaginations are displayed

So letting others read my work makes me afraid

I have ideas and through the ink they bleed

But I cannot control your mind when you read

The words are open for interpretation

You might hate it or give a standing ovation

Whatever you feel will be real

And of poems that is the appeal

Thinking about this is enlightening

But most of all I find it frightening

So when you read the pages that are now filled

With words and phrases I have build

I hope that in the end

It is my deeper thoughts you will comprehend