Dear Treasured Reader
If you come seeking light, a splendid literary ride,
you have come to the right place — but
the door is small
and you must set your sights to fit.
There are no vampires here, nor will you find
detectives solving crimes, nor superspies.
No bodices will rip, unless it’s yours,
having a sudden laugh
at my expense, or at some hidden wit.
You won’t find epic valour here, no sweeping tide
of vice, no blood and guts besides
the blood that feeds the heart that boldly beats
behind the words,
and all the guts it takes
to lay them at your feet.
ABOUT THIS POEM: This is simply my invitation: to understand how vulnerable the poet feels disclosing herself through poetry, and to read with an open heart.