NaPoWriMo Day 26
You’ve wordsmithed your way to greatness
(At least in your eyes)
You’ve given the people what they want
(Even if they didn’t know it)
You invoked feelings of bliss and nostalgia,
all honey-sweet and finger-snapping good.
You’ve said your piece
but did it bring you peace?
Are you loose like well-massaged limbs?
Or tensely awaiting the praise-filled reviews?
(or scathing indictments?)
How do you feel after nervously sending your baby
out into the world,
naked and alone
with only your
delivery for protection?
What are you waiting for?
Why do you keep looking into the crowd?
smash the stage
And go shout it from the mountaintops.