Help! My Bell is Broken or I’ve Been Blackballed
Suddenly insecure writer worries in prose

A member since February 2021. I am forever in Medium time, typing editing. typing completed a challenge 30 days of poetry you snicker, but ought not it was 30 days of daily posts and praise
So full of pride I was I’d delight awaking to little green bells ding-a-ling went my heartstrings My views grew and grew and dipped and grew but up was the general way
Joy oh so filled with joy I’ve found my place in this race to be heard my voice was ringing that bell and even better applause for me time and again. 499 views! means little I know but still the number feels good
Illusion oh so filled with illusion I am I fear for today no dings, no alings, no nothing but a single clap for a thank you given to a piece of warm-hearted how to live your life you go girl, truly inspiring, but a single clap from a follower of someone I now follow who follows me not
Too many times I checked for that bell to ring on safari on chrome on Firefox on duck duck go the answer the same, clearly I’ve been blocked from 117 views to zero in nothing flat
pause while I check once again. Still nothing Drat! No medium — a good evening you’ve not given I’ve become to analytics driven or blackballed by some deep state conspiracy editors aligned to ensure I’m never heard
That’s it! That must be the answer, can’t be my writings gone sour, no surely not or perhaps, like here the sun is shining there,where ere that be you’re double vaxed, fresh air is calling and gardens a tending hugs to be had..it’s not that my writing is bad or the bell be broken. People are about having a life
oh can’t resist — refresh — a single ding almost afraid to see what lies beneath Rest easy you worried writer, put your fears away Woo-hoo! you’ve been published, the joy doesn’t fade the bell still announces you’ve been heard, you are seen!