This experience is shared. Your writing here reaches my writer soul. I had a couple of heartbreaking readings of mine in school which made me question if I was a writer. The no applause, the snickering, the blank faces. But, the teacher who accused you, she should suffer 20 lashings with a wet noodle. That was abusive. Every time I was hurt I wrote more. So snub them all.

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.