Let It Be Hp

Let It Be HP On another poetry site the winding road took me for a ride from the top of the mountain to the bottom, at least in my eyes. Along the way my confidence inflated. It grew, especially with increasing reader views. This was good, seeing myself growing into a tall oak. This was the spark I needed. And recently it deflated. This popped my balloon. This little piece of rubber shriveling up in my mind. "Poof." It hurts. It hurts to pass this story along of always being an acorn. What I see over there is that the new car smell wore off quickly, my value depreciating even quicker. At first, my ride was on uncharted territory, this the terrain I coveted. I yearned for attention. Reader views were like sky towers to me, initially, some dozen poems put out 500 watts with one at a 1000+ watts. The whites of my teeth were shining, the shining spotlight on my stage for once. My eyes looking up. My mind even musing about parting with the pup-tent views, here. It was short lived success... to say the least... dozens of poems left in effigy, sub 100's, the last one flickering on and off at 15 prayers. It was a crying shame. Yet it was electrifying at first at HP, my charges stimulated, then seemingly overnight my poems were sequestered. His new car smell waned. Where did the lights go? I do ponder maybe it was me that sank, probably so, and not the readership ... as my mind picks up the pieces, saying to Let it be. Let it be. connie pachecho 8/9/17 Inspired to write this poem after reading entries to the "Let It Be" poetry contest.