Poetry Party

A Poem by
   Neomie Da Costa
   1995


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Sitting here
Feeling the fear
Of being one of many.
Not liking to be just any
Person in a room packed
With people like me.
Afraid to recite
The words I write.
Scared of criticism.
Hungry for a witticism.
Afraid to face
The empty space
On the page
And the rage
It reflects in me.
I just don't see
Why the words which in the past
Have come to me so thick, so fast
Are so illusive, absent, rare -
That I'd never DARE
With my self-doubt
To read them out!


© 1998 - Neomie Da Costa   

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