Recognition

After the rush comes the exhale, and the same

Old air in the next breath.

After the hug comes the release, with all

Its yearning for connection.

I stand there and wait to be stared at and

The world walks by unnoticing --

Wait for the sky to open and a Light

To shine down on me while a Voice declares

THIS IS MY BELOVED WRITER, 
IN WHOM I AM WELL PLEASED.

GIVE HIM A THREE-BOOK DEAL ALREADY.

But all I hear is the echo of yesterday’s praise

And people talking about everybody else but me

And a voice inside me that says “Maybe next time.

So get to work.”

(from Write Lonesome)

Copyright 2013, Matthew J Wells