Rushing through daily obligations,
only to obsessively labor
to grow a social media presence:
twittering, Facebook updating, formspring.
I’m even thinking of joining LinkedIn
as another venue for connecting.
Relentless, compulsive participation
in communion with writers,
working through the writing process
at breakneck speeds
to meet overlapping deadlines.
All for fun, or just because
on direct contemplation
I find in my quiet times,
between different things and writing sprints
I’m scared out of my wits that mine
may not be enough time
to say all that burns in me to get out
in places where I’ll be heard
and instead the flames will just consume me.
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #3, scared yet?. Visit the post to see the details of this prompt. Write about something that scares me deeply.