My ultimate means of self expression
My means of survival
My story,my cross,my tears,my joy
My release (of pent up emotion)
My leeway(for venting)
My memory(2nd memory anyway..cos’ I’m forgetful)
My inspiration(when I need a push)
My bucketlist(for hopes and aspiration)
Words fail me sometimes
Sometimes I’m too emotional to articulate my feeling,
But with a pen and paper I’m LOUD
I’m fierce,I’m strong,I’m well travelled,I’m exposed,I’m smart (With a pen and paper)
With my pen,I’m not lonely,
With my pen I paint pictures; of places I’ve been (Only in my mind)
With my pen: I vent,I muse,I express,I pour
With my pen,I could never go wrong
And even when I do,I rectify
With my pen
Because writing…everything,anything,something and nothing
Is still writing;with my pen
I just vocalized didn’t I?
I may not have made much sense
Maybe its sleep and passion put together
Its 12:13am..hubby’s dozing,baby’s asleep,
I haven’t slept allday.
But I’m awake writing this “nothing”.
That’s my story,What’s yours?
What does writing mean to you?
“Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see all around us. In the end,writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals”
DISCLAIMER: I’m not a poet, this is just one of my musings written IN the moment.