Afraid to Google Myself
I haven’t done so in years
I feel as if others are doing it,
they are probably are
They see that I am a writer
Okay
You wrote that,
those are books you published?
All the stuff you wrote over the years
Something from 2006,
something from 2012
Oh, I am not that person anymore
And there you are, the writer,
that they will figure out
Some thoughts laid out for the world,
labeled an author with a name
attached to it
I am not that person anymore
and don’t want to be
Perhaps all you need to know is that
I am this person standing in front
of you with a heart and brain
Thoughts and blood and insecurities
and truth or whatever seems to change
every few years
As I read something from back then,
somehow I have forgot
I am amazed reading
my old stuff sometimes,
wondering who wrote that stuff.