For as long as I can remember I have loved writing. Am I good at writing? Who knows, all I know is I enjoy it. I love sitting silently in a room with nothing but my thoughts, I am honest when I am writing, I am true to my emotions. Writing is my pleasure it is something I have always done for my own sanity, it has never really been for anyone else, in fact I don’t really think of anyone else when I am writing. I think of my emotions, my love, my hate, my fears and my happiness. I want to start sharing my writing, not because I think it is amazing and requires recognition but because it is mine and I want to share myself, I want to open that door that has been slammed shut from everyone. I hide this side of myself and I have decided that I don’t need to anymore.
My poetry began when I was a teenager. Like everybody my life has had highs and lows, I want to share those highs and lows, I want to share my journey, my journey to become the women I am today. I am going to post a poem everyday, opening myself up one buried memory at a time, until that emotional wall I have built up comes crumbling down.