‘If a tree falls in the forest with no one around
does it still make a sound?’
The end is here…no more daily soliloquies,
ravings of a would-be poet on a rainy day.
No more weaving of tales
nor brain droppings on an empty page:
We endeavor to leave our mark
nameless, faceless storytellers
whose words generally go unread.
But do not flatter yourself—we do not write for you
nor pander to those who’ll never understand
why we do the things we do.
Another April has passed…
we met the challenge, gave it our best.
We wore our hearts on our sleeves,
shared the inner workings of mind and soul,
opened the vault and gave a glimpse
exposing pieces of who we are...
not for you, but for us, and us alone:
exorcising our demons,
and finding our redemption
somewhere in the words.
© Ginny Brannan 2018