Achieving For The Greater Good

P: Publicity

Precious is my writing

The feelings, the emotions, the dares

But why do I not present them for everyone to share?

My works of art and sharing

Are like stripping myself down

Regardless if it’s poetry

Or a story that makes a happy sound

Although is it the judgment?

That must be it

To stand in front of strangers rather than friends

The feeling of not being accepted anymore

Rather than being accepted by silence

That’s be it

It’s the anxiety that gets me

From sharing my works of art

After throwing others flowers out, I set one pedal apart

It’s from my flower

My bouquet

That I hold tightly in my arms

Not enough to crush it’ beauty

But enough to blend in the dark

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“Invincible”

My question to the cosmos – spiceypricey

This is based off of a small portion of what you wrote. This is what you poem made me think of.