Everyone in this life has a calling, sometimes there are a few voices the beckon from the universe, leading you down pursuits of the heart that you didn't know existed before. I never would have imagined that behind the spines of poetry books is where I would begin to nurture my own. Over the years of reading prose, began a new relationship with autonomy, self-worth, self-love and a healing that could only be surfaced through these distant connections printed and bound by curators. Reading a work that explains the nulling pain of your heart or various circumstances is a feeling that cannot be described in words. Behind each cover, uncovered a yearning within my own heart to write. Flash foward months later where inevitably my own heart would break, I turned to art to become a source of healing. Daily, I would write these poems on my iPhone notes and release any uncertainty, pain, happiness, confusion and conflict that I was facing. Over the years, the mountain of words became ever-growing to say the least. I am happy to say that this passion of mine, the one of writing, is not one that is far fetched from friends and family alike. From my almost 5 year blog journey (not including the automobile blogging I did in the past for monetary use), I have saturated my life with words that sparked my becoming. For me, writing is my form of therapy, and it is something that I have turned to in all times both positive and negative emotions. Blogging, is my positive release and community connection through my array of loves which spread into self-love, coffee shops or the latest fashion accessory I have been loving. Whereas my poetry has been my personal source of healing. These words pay tribute to the scars that are etched on my heart for the world to read. Perhaps one day, someone out there will be sitting in their room; alone, feeling the same strife as I did and when they find my words, they too will not feel so alone after all.
These words were created to heal myself and by sharing my stories, my poems, my emotions, I hope to share the same connection with someone out there, who feels this too. And maybe, JUST maybe, these words can help them as they helped me.
It wasn't solely my words that solidified these scars, but it was a heck of a start.
It is with great honour and vulnerability that I share these personal works with you all.
Please follow my poetry page > @saspoems I also have been posting some on my FB page (for family and close friends).
If you or someone you love enjoys healing through the power of language, send one of these works with them. Please share this post or poem below with a loved one, share it on your story or text it to a friend.