If it weren't for this pen you probably wouldn't even know my name.
It's saved my life so many times
When I thought no one was listening
On those days when I felt like the world was bearing down on my shoulders
When I was tired of being strong and just needed a good cry,
It was my release.
Whether I achieved something great
Or just let my imagination run away with me
It has always been a close friend.
When people treated me like I was invisible.
Like my voice didn't matter
Every time I put pen to paper
I proved them wrong.
I didn't choose this gift,
The words just sort of found me.
Ever since I wrote about Martin Luther's Dream in 2nd grade,
I've been hooked.
My journey documented.
One step at a time.
From the carefree days of Candyland to the grown woman game of LIFE,.
Adventures, successes, failures and everything in between.
I gave poetry my whole heart, In the hopes that it would love me back.
I write because no one's going to tell my story
Even if I find a piece of me in yours.
The beautiful thing about poetry is that it has no rules.
The possibilities are endless.
I encourage every one to find that "thing"that makes you feel happiest
That thing that taps into who you are
Poetry has been that for me
And I will never be the same again.