I became a writer because of my emotion. The ocean and thunder and the sky, swirling around inside of me until I would turn my depth into some strange gathering of letters and syllables. I remember crying when writing at a very young age. While writing can be cathartic, or it simply is, there came a time when I began to see outside of myself. I think this is when I became a writer.
This was different.
I was not simply shedding pain or making meaning of my own confusion. Instead, I was interpreting, rearranging, rethinking, and turning and turning and turning—my paper is clay.
When my writing began to alternate its aims and entered into a space of mutuality, I believe that is when I became a writer. It was when I began to desire that those who read or hear my poems were able to somehow see and hold themselves.
I am grateful for this writing prompt from Gabriela Pereira as I utilize her diyMFA Book Club to exercise my muscles. I am also grateful for The Watering Hole, an organization building poets of color from the ground up. It is where I wrote my first draft of an origin poem just a couple of weeks ago.
Where is the poem?
Somewhere telling me it is a draft and teaching me patience. ;)