The Poet in Me was Born

So I've found my voice after years and years of it being denied a space.

Now it's here, it's here to stay.

You will hear it. Hear it loud and, most of the time, clear.

As I can stumble upon them, but the meaning is always there.

I'm ready to take it further and invite others to join.

Have you been lost, stuck in your own head, with endless thoughts?

Now's the time to escape.

A bit of time out for you.

Discover what it is that's been buried deep, deep down for so long that you're afraid to explore.

From my own experiences, I can tell you it's taken some time, but I didn't have the support or encouragement I needed.

Then I found the Faithful Fountain Pen.

Wrote down everything and nothing, but it helped more than I could have ever imagined.

It brought me to my calling.

Yes, I've been through a lot of shit.

Yes, I've struggled and clung to things that could have destroyed me.

Not now, though. I'm doing all of this because of what happened to me.

Lots of trauma, lots of dark days, months, years.

That doesn't define me.

The poet in me was born.

My pen is my weapon. The paper is my relief.