The Path I’ve Tread Upon

From the beginning, I wrote

I wrote about all kinds of things

Silly things, like how I was convinced my family members were covert vampires

Things that were important to me, like loved ones and pets

In the end, it all added up to one simple truth:

I loved to write

In my highschool years, I became more serious about writing

I was enthralled by it, entranced with it

In hopes of honing my skills, I took a creative writing class

And creative it allowed me to be

But it still wasn't quite the freedom,

The release of emotion,

The buildup of passion,

I so desired it to be

School ended for me,

My existence fading back into the warm, comfortable glow of home

Although, as years went by, I grew timid

Too scared to once again share my writing with the world

I was terrified, dealthy afraid of someone seeing my writing

My inner thoughts

All my emotions served on a silver platter

I couldn't overcome that sense of apprehension

But one day, I found a certain website,

And on that site, I witnessed how talented other writers were

More importantly, I noticed how kind and supportive they were

It was that comfort, that tidbit of reassurance,

That drew me back into the world I treasured,

The world I had longed for, hollow without my writing

The world of words