I have a question to pose to all of the bloggers out there.
Why do we do it?
Then one day I was searching the net and saw that mommy bloggers make money.
Being unemployed and always needing money, I decided to start a new blog, go play in traffic.
But obviously, I just kept writing poetry.
So, I am guessing that is what I supposed to be doing. I also think writing helps me cope with life.
I am not here to complain or bash others. I am just writing.
The reason I post my poems and don’t just write them in a notebook is that there are not many people in my life that are interested in reading what I write.
If I start to read a poem in my house, it’s like I dropped a bee hive on the floor.
Everyone scatters and I feel awful. I don’t tell them that, but I do.
So yes, I like people reading and appreciating my writing.
I also like hearing from other writers.
As you may have noticed from my last poem, I am bringing up old issues. Unfortunately, I am also realizing what I’ve always known.
No one really gives a shit.
My past is MY PROBLEM.
Thanks for letting me vent, my blogging friends. I am sure you can identify.