Giving you a peak of me

Writing has always brought me joy, I remember being in grade school around 1st-2nd grade looking up at the cursive alphabet and thinking to myself what a beautiful way to write the English language, or any language for that matter. As kid me writing began with short stories about my class mates to writing immaculate fiction essays for middle school teachers, too now my poetry, or just whatever comes to mind. Writing has become a very healthy outlet for me to express my feelings especially because it’s hard for me to find the words to directly express my feelings to another person. I don’t write ritually either or even having specific please where I go to write. As a matter of fact my best writing comes to me when I’m in the most oddest places sometimes even in a dead sleep. Another reason writing brings me joy is because a lot of people I’ve shared my writing with have been able to relate to it, regardless if those people were close to me or complete strangers; somebody has always been able to comprehend exactly what my emotions were dictating in that moment. Here’s something I wrote back in November.

a poem to her love always yours truly

what is on my mind? what's on my mind is how heavy my thoughts are, also how sharp my words can be. They're able to pierce through brick walls; The very brick walls i built to hide that vulnerable part of me. I let you in my world of comfortability; thus allowing you to plant those evil seeds in me, we both allowed them to uproot in me. Watering them with your blinding love; my faith and hope were like sunshine little did i know these seeds would suck the life out of me, now i'm gasping for air and it feels like i cant breath; i guess there's no more hope in saving me. Now you're bored of me, leaving me rebuilding these walls to re-hide this vulnerability.

Thank you for allowing me to share. Yours truly,

M.M.