Emily Rachelle Writes

Today's poem marks the last in my series of poems  for National Poetry Month in promotion of my new poetry book, Rain in December.  Some of my readers, if you've been here for a while, might recognize it -- I posted this poem on the blog a long time ago. Since sharing it, I've added and completed it for publication in my book. I hope you all enjoy this new look at a previous work.

A watched pot never boils, Or so that's what they say, So I kept an eye on all my worries Each and every day.

My wish for you for tonight's that you know My thoughts are with you wherever you go And I don't know you well, but I've seen you around You're in a dark place, that much I can tell

So many things I want to tell you, So many things I want to share –  Hopes and dreams, thoughts and wishes So many things I wish you knew, I want to give my heart to you.

Right now, I'm touring the blogosphere promoting my new book of poetry, Rain In December . But here at home on my own little blog, I'm celebrating both my new book and the national month of poetry by sharing a poem by moi each week. I hope you all enjoy, lovely readers! I am your someone Through your haunting pain See me seeing you and Breathe again

Today is the day! Buy the book on Kindle -- or go big and get the paperback! I've got big plans for this little book. There's a blog tour, a giveaway, a month's series of poetry here on my blog -- lots of fun stuff!

On Fear: 11/26/2014 Becoming a professional writer scares me. I think that's why I chose education [major] at first. I mean, everyone talks about the uncertainty of the writing industry and how hard it is to make a living and "don't quit your day job." People always need more teachers. Mom and grandma were teachers, too. I was following the family footsteps, you know? But now [English Lit major] I'm being just me in a brand new world and I'm so afraid of failing or going broke and being just another average Millennial story. I'm not afraid of being a terrible writer. I'm afraid of being an average one. Ho-hum, three stars, not worth ranting over but not worth my money either. I'm afraid of being forgotten.