Why are you here?

I’m here because I write poetry no one wants to publish, and personal essays that are too personal. I’ve kept a journal for eight years, that I’ll probably burn just before my joints are too worn out to light a match. I’m here because I want to be heard. I really believe that someone wants to read poems about mistakes and sunny spring days and feeling fat sometimes. Maybe that someone is you. And while you’re here with me, reader, I hope you find something that feels like truth.