ajwa

although i didn’t participate fully this year, i did have fun with the few poems i wrote in my journal and the poems i shared publicly. i want to express myself on writing as a whole.

writing has been my escape to a lot of things. it isn’t just a hobby to me. nor is it something i do to pass time. it’s something that makes me, me. it’s changed the way i view things and has taken a lot of pain away from many experiences i’ve encountered. it’s given me a whole new outlook on life and has made me into the person i am today.

i love writing every day and i enjoy it just as much as anyone would enjoy their hobby. only, it goes deeper than just a hobby for me. it’s like a part of my life i can’t take away. and if i do, i’m no longer me.

i can’t imagine my life without writing. if i wasn’t a writer, i’d probably be a painter. but even that wouldn’t bring me much joy. i love doing other things as well (reading, painting, crafts) but nothing compares to writing when it comes to the satisfaction, happiness and fulfillment i get from doing something.

i love writing and i never want to leave it behind.

i kinda wanted to end the month off with a poem but i wasn’t sure how to. i felt that writing away my feelings for would do just as fine as a poem would. but i’ll try to end this post with a poem. one i’ve been thinking about for a while now.

maybe i’m not fit for writing
but i fit for other things.
or maybe i am fit for writing
but i want to try other things.

it does not matter what i do
so long as i enjoy it.
because if there’s no satisfaction
then there’s no point in doing it.

take me far from here
or lead me astray.
but don’t ever cross the line
by taking my writing away.