Reluctance To Confidence

I was reluctant for a second To risk my soul by tossing down her contents onto a page for the world to tear apart expecting turkey vultures to kill and eat her and me later Real poets were kind, so I began to open a bit. The blossoms of my poetry were soon sparkling with confidence, and I was not flinching when I thought someone might disagree or say something mean The kindnesses kept coming, so here I am three and a half years later, tossing down poems all over the place, without any woe. Not worrying about who likes or hates them Only caring that I like them myself.