Summary

A writer reflects on their unexpected journey of sharing poetry on Twitter, finding a supportive writing community, overcoming impostor syndrome, and gaining a sense of fulfillment and purpose through writing.

Abstract

The writer begins by acknowledging the modest origins of their writing, starting with poetry scribbled on the floor, and their initial disbelief at the possibility of sharing their work on Twitter. The narrative unfolds into a story of surprise and gratitude as they discover a welcoming Writers' Guild and a sense of belonging. This newfound community not only appreciates their old poems but also encourages a prolific output of new material. The writer admits to previously harboring doubts about the value of their work and the fear of crumbling under the weight of writing about suffering. However, these fears are replaced by humility and a sense of accomplishment as they realize the impact of their words. Writing, once dismissed as nonsensical by others, now serves as a tool for self-expression and connection with readers, even though the readers' reactions remain unpredictable. The writer concludes by embracing the unforeseen nature of their journey, which has led to a more meaningful and fulfilling life.

Opinions

The writer initially doubted their ability to share their work on a platform like Twitter.
They express surprise at finding a community of writers that provided a sense of home and acceptance.
The writer had struggled with impostor syndrome but found that sharing their work helped them overcome these feelings.
They did not anticipate the positive reception of their poetry, with thousands of readers engaging with their work.
The writer has experienced a significant increase in their writing productivity and creativity.
They have discovered a new sense of purpose and fulfillment through writing, which contradicts previous advice that writing is nonsensical.
The writer values the authenticity of exposing their soul through their stories, despite not being able to control how readers will react.
They acknowledge the irony of finding more sense and direction in life through the very act of writing, which they once thought to be beyond their reach.

Didn’t Expect

A Writers’ Guild

I know that not all that is gold must glitter

I’ve never imagined myself posting on Twitter

It was way too much to think or to wish for

When I first started writing poetry on the floor

I didn’t expect

I’ve never imagined that I will find a writing home

And, surprisingly that it will make me feel awesome

And that I will finally ditch the impostor syndrome

Have all my thoughts and poems released alone

I didn’t expect

Beyond my expectations that thousands will read my poetry

And that my old poems will find fans so early

That I will publish like never before

And my soul will still find ideas to write some more

I didn’t expect

I never used to glittering

When writing about suffering

Neither to feel so humble

Because I always thought I’ll crumble

I didn’t expect

Didn’t expect to find so much more sense

After all, they told me that writing is nonsense

But I feel so much more fulfilled

When I get with my own words something to build

To write a story that will expose my soul

Even when knowing readers reaction is beyond my control

I didn’t expect

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