Passion doesn't have starting points...
Or maybe it does,
But you just never know when it commenced.
My first piece, maybe it was the song i wrote in th 7th grade,
Or maybe i wrote many other things before that.
But how do i trace it down?
I was only a little girl,
Probably never even understood the power i had within me.
9th grade, i wrote more, maybe because then,
I was a teenager feeling things...
Insecurities, creeping demons manifesting...
Having maybe hard times, never fitting in, friends and puppy love.
So much to write about.
But then again i remember,
Non of it changed,
Still the same but got even more worse.
Topping it up with loneliness, heartbreaks and friends that were never friends....
Then why do I write less these days?
Inspiration, I say to myself,
That's all I need...
Maybe listening to what others wrote I would start opening up to my book again.
Coz that's the only thing that stood by to listen to what I had to say.
My man's daughter...,
I remember him calling my little pink book that in the 11th grade...,
Maybe I wrote more because he was my inspiration, ...
Puppy love, remember,
But nothing has changed,
There's still more to write about him,
The distance, the memories, the love that never died and how much I miss him.
Then why do I write less?
Maybe it's not passion,
But I disagree...
You know why?
Because my heart opens up when I hold my pen,
Freely, words come without even having to try...
Because I am a writer.
And that's what passion means to me.
I don't have to perfect while doing it...
But in a way it seems perfect...
Because every piece I have written is dear to my heart...
Because those are my heart's words.
But I realise that this should only be more reason to writing more...
Then why do I write less?
I'm fortunate writing is my gift,
A talent to practice because that's what makes perfect... they said.
But who said it's perfect I want..
Or maybe it is,
So there's no calling it quits.
Coz my heart still longs for that pink book..
Because too many things were left unsaid.
So goodbye to writing less.
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