Tonight I read a poem out loud for the first time. A poem I wrote. Out loud to people I didn't know. And scarier still, to people I do know. In a moment of weakness I confessed my sins in rhyme. I allowed people to see the side of me that shouldn't be. It's a moment of weaknesses cos I buckled under the pressure of secrets. For once I just wanted to be me. To be seen as the real me. To indulge this idea that I'm an artist.
Is it weakness or bravery to finally ... take a risk and reveal what I think and feel?
I did it. I read out loud. I'm kinda proud that I took that step. No one cringed. They clapped.
And it's not the recognition of others that I'm celebrating right now, but the fact that I had the guts to give it a try. I was amongst artists and found my place, stood my ground and shared. I dared. I did it.
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