To whom it may concern:
Not many of you know me. I've only been here for a short time. I am a poet, or at least I call myself that for lack of a better word. I have never claimed that my work is good, or that I have any true talent. I write to fill a need for companionship, for love, or any other emotion that for one reason or another I do not have in my life. This, I believe, is the motivation for a great many poets, so I am hardly unique in that aspect. Through a friend, who I sought out through ICQ when my lonliness became to great, I came upon this wonderful poetry sight. I saw dozens of poets, just like myself, writing from their hearts and then taking a leap of faith and sharing it with others, and I thought, this is where I belong. I gave my work, and attempted to encourage others, and for a short time, was content. However, the more time I spent here, and the more I opened my eyes and watched, I realized that this was much more than just another "poetry site", but an intricate web of friendship, foes, and the occasional lover. I was at once dismayed and thrilled, not one more than the other. I closed my eyes and walked the plank, so to speak, hoping against hope that I could become part of this wonderful world. Alas, I have once again lost my footing and ended up in the tumultuous sea. What a shame I never learned to swim. I'm sure, if you are still reading this rambling letter, you are wondering what the point is. Well, I couldn't leave here, and never look back, without some sort of Swan Song. Thank you, and Adieu.
"Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone
I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me."