World of Words

I have created a wondrous world of words. Ever since I was a small child, I always liked to read and write.  That was in elementary school, I started to ease off the world of reading and focused on a social life in middle school. Yet, in High School, I found an outlet. At the time, lots of things stressed me out. Friends, homework, family, personal problems, all weighed me down with their endless onslaught of problems. I believe in 9th grade it finally took a toll on me towards the middle of the school year.  

I think it was at the beginning of a social problem and I had just learned that I was nearly failing a class. I was so distraught that, when I went home, I went into the bathroom and silently cried because I was so ashamed. I was even more ashamed because I was crying, something that was looked down upon in my family when a man does it. I stayed there for minutes, then, I finally got up and left the bathroom. I just went to my room, picked up a spiral, and just wrote from nothing. Honestly, the words just flew from my fingertips, not in your standard expository texts that mimics a diary entry. No, instead, it formed a poem; and in that poem, I just vented everything. I even remember a singular line from that one time, “ I feel like the world is just getting colder, chucking boulders upon my shoulders, and raising the heat up until I am just a smolder. If this lasts till the end of my class, then I do not want to be older.” Looking back on it, it was a mark that signified a significant part of my life, self discovery.

After a year of writing my feelings, I felt a lot better, and I decided to use my new found talent to help others. So whenever someone felt down, I would quickly jot down around four maybe five paragraphs right there in class. Then I would fold it and slip it in their hand for them to hold it. I still remember the time a rhyme  stopped someone from doing something dumb to themselves. After that, I believed that my words were good for their health, so I kept doing anything just to be there to help. Honestly, I used to do this for myself, but now, I recite in front of a crowd out loud, and never in my life have I ever been so proud when a person comes up to me and says,” Hey, that last line really got to me.”

So, my talent is poetry if you did not get that from this quick read. Making people smile honestly at such a quick speed. I think the power of literature can not be given enough credit. I can say such a lovely thing to you and I would have meant it. As long as I can see a smile spread along the lips of a foe or friend, I will have known by then, that the smile was genuine and that I have to go the other mile to make you smile again. As long as I have this gift, I will always give the who need help, a lift. For a smile a day makes a difference, and I will create that moment that one can look  back on and smile.