The Poem that Made Me a Poet

It’s my personal belief that poets are made in the womb. However, we all go through our own unique process of discovering that piece of us waiting to tumble out onto paper. I would love to challenge all my fellow poets out there to write a post about your own path to awakening your individual poet’s soul! Use the hashtag #MyPoetryJourney and link me to your post.

My Journey:

I’ve always had a love for words, reading and writing. Many of my most vivid memories of childhood involve me with my nose in a book. There were few places more magical than the library, with its rows and rows of stories and information, just waiting for me to partake in.

As a kid, I was always writing down the strange and wild stories my weird little mind would conjure up. But it wasn’t until fifth grade that my love for poetry became a raging fire that consumed my tiny creative heart.

I remember the moment pretty clearly. My teacher turned off the lights and asked us to listen and feel the words he was about to read. I closed my eyes as he began  “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. There was something so profoundly human in those words that even someone as young as I could be swept away by their meaning.

I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I could see that my classmates were also forming connections with the words and the feelings they invoked. I wanted to have that magic. I wanted to wield a wand of words. I wanted to make people feel! 

I’ve been writing poetry ever since, but I was always too shy to share my words. Instead of making others feel, I was using poetry as a tool for self-expression and self-therapy. It became something intimate, as I let out my emotions through ink.

It wasn’t until this past February, when I started my instagram that I began to share my words in a public setting. I began my account as just an anonymous voice, a random soul on the internet. I eventually became brave enough to give myself an identity, a face and a name to my words. I found the courage to claim the words as my own and started a new journey of accepting myself as a writer (whether people like it or not).

Thanks for letting me share this bit of myself with you. I would love to read about you! So feel free to make a post and let me know… or simply write in the comments.

 

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5 thoughts on “The Poem that Made Me a Poet

  1. Such a great poem to start the journey, I knew as soon as I saw the photo 🙂 I’ve been writing for a long time, but just recently decided to share it with people as well. I have to think about what got me started in the first place, but I know I’ve always thought more nonlinearly than most, and poems seemed to complement this way of being!

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