Anonymity 

You read my words
Without knowing my name.
A language free of memory
Or emotion.
Words to be read and experienced
Differently.
Meaning can be cumbersome.
Once written down,
Sentiments can be absorbed
And processed
In new ways.
Those words, originally dripping
With darkness and sorrow
Are now set free.
You don’t know me
Or my story,
And that comforts me.
The words you read
Aren’t mine anymore.
They’re yours for the taking.
Nameless I’ll remain,
Taking the form of words
That seek new hearts to inhabit.

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