Let Go

I write to let go. I write to reflect on the things I can't say out loud, but what I can let go of. What I write are words and feelings that I keep bottled up in the back of mind, in fear that if I do say them out loud I will be judged. I write in English class mostly, for assignments. All through middle school, it was tedious work that was only important for a good grade. But once I got to high school, my true feelings were evident in my tenth grade English class. Poetry was beautiful to some of us, ridiculous to others. It was when our teacher wanted us to write a mock poem that I found my true connection and even love for poetry. Reading it to the class proved that letting those bottled up feelings be shown that I wouldn't be judged, but appreciated. I write to escape, I write to get a fresh breath, I write to release, I write to let go. Since that mock poetry assignment, I find myself writing personal journal entries as well as non-fiction stories on the side. But most of all, looking back on what I write, I realize I write to share the thoughts that possess me, in hopes that others can relate to my words.