Destiny

There is only one reason I write and that is because it was meant to be this way. Not everyone is blessed with the unique ability to capture moments in words. Not even I could've done so if it hadn't of been for my spiritual development. As a child I wrote to get a grade and sometimes a laugh or smile. As a young mother writing helped me vent all of my pains and desires. Hoping that as ink stamped away on paper all my problems would disappear. But, never did I feel like I did the moment I read a letter I wrote ten years prior. Which read "I will dedicate my book to my children and my mother. A book that needs to be written and heard by all people and one that could not be written without this spirit that possess me." It was a weird reminder of a moment that went unremembered but was really something I had wanted in the back of my head. Life kept me in a bind. Controlled by society and the wake of everyday life. Ten years later, as an addict, learning how to pull myself out of the trenches by expressing my feelings and findings on paper. Because there really wasn't anyone there to vent to. Papers and pens started becoming my friends. Carrying them with me everywhere I went and when a thought came to mind; of course it was written. My hopes are to one day have a book that gets published. My only source of venting is now a computer with keys. It makes melodies for me and helps to keep me from doing things which have a negative impact on my life. Clean and ready to share my testimony my writings are just fragments of me and people met along the way and its my belief that my life was meant to be expressed in words to hopefully touch hearts of those in need; and in the meanwhile continue to vent through expressive writing. My spirituality says that's written in my destiny. Maybe one will feel what's said.