Mibba

Fresh from reality, I was afraid.
Thoughts of judgement and hierarchy mirroring crystal clear in my mind.
Taking initiative, I lowered myself.
A wallflower, peeking from the shadows.

Opinions never heard.
A 'silent reader' as they say.
Preserving my anonymity,
I felt in place.

Day by day the safety blanket rips,
exposing my makeshift ghost persona.
My writing is seen.

I am vulnerable but I am okay.

In time the costume will tear down,
only to make me stronger.
In time I'll learn that when I let go of the brick wall,
I'll find myself in a castle.

Protected by a community,
I am safe.

In an attempt to escape a world of comments and critiques,
I found this.
Oh, the irony.

But this is different.
This is anything I want it to be.
This is home.