Why I write (scholarship)
To write is to profess and to scribble is to exhume.
When I was younger.
A child.
I was taken over by shyness and "backward" tendencies.
It was hard to communicate with others iin the way that I felt I needed.
When I learned how write, I bought a journal.
Everything was in it.
Thoughts, fears, phobias,wishes and fantasies.
I wrote epic tales of woe as if I where a princess watching her subject down below.
I was growing.
Like a tree I grew , up from the inner struggles.
Little by litte, I emerged victorious.
With each word, I grew a little more
Out of my pod and into the sun..
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