A hobby that saved my life & became my dream goal.
Believe in second chances.
Growing up,
I was the boy who feared expressing his emotions freely. At times I used to question my purpose in this world & wondered why I was always getting bullied or misunderstood. We all go through our share of bulling, but the worst feeling is thinking that you have no one to share this pain with in order to heal the wounds. This was a dark cycle I used to endure every day, to a point where I wanted to end my journey short. However one day, leading into another day, I would have my pain chant inside my head like a preacher, wanting to be released. When you’re a young boy dealing with internal battles, we usually keep to ourselves, play sports, play video games, hang with our friends, etc. With me, writing my thoughts on a laptop in the library after school was my way to be free from my nightmares. Little did I know? I was stepping into a healing literary genre called poetry.
Now at first, I didn’t want to acknowledge it. I wasn’t the biggest fan of English classes & reading books was definitely not my forte. What I will admit is that writing these emotions down was something that healed me on an emotionally level. Overtime, I realized how powerful poetry can be, but my approach on the traditional style of poetry has always been a concern in regards to connecting with the audience. As a poet, I want to give a deeper meaning to this art, giving my readers something with substance to help them on their emotional journeys. By suggesting alternative solutions to everyday issues, while keeping the poetic nature of my material. Thus now, my poetry ends up speaking in third person. To this day, poetry has been a passion of mine that I believe we can all benefit from on a soul level.
One of our greatest internal battles is having the willpower to annihilate the things that hold us back from reaching a true peace of mind & happiness. Poetry turned my venting into a haven where for the first time in my life, my words meant something somewhere in this world.
My poetry may not be everyone’s taste, but I want my words to enlighten everyone’s mind. Some of my readers have told me personally that my work touches their soul on a deep level. It’s a personal end goal for me as a poet to achieve this worldwide. I want my poetry to be recognized as the soul poetry I believe it is today. My passion is to help others get through their emotional battles with my poetry, any battle that requires us to think about real life situations differently. We all have our dark times & I want to help people believe in themselves the way poetry has made me believe in second chances. Words are very powerful, & poetry has the ability to heal our souls when we need that encouragement internally. Why I say this is due to the experience of how it has healed my emotional trauma over the past 10 years & continues to do so. Poetry isn’t just a unique style of literature, it’s a SOS story for others to relate to when you feel you’re alone in this big world. I want to share this vision of poetry to our world one day. I want this passionate dream/vision of becoming the poetic healer for the soul to become a reality.
If your mind is oblivious to your soul, you project your own mystery.
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Kantshens
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This is poetry for the soul. 3rd person
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