Beaming

I'm back! It's been a long time. I actually thought of closing this blog but I decided not to. To tell you the truth, the reason why I wanted to do this in the first place is to set the platform for me to become a freelance writer and to make an income out of it.

But now, I have realized that I should write because it makes me come alive.

Writing is my passion. Over the past months, I have had an internal struggle which concerns my identity as a writer. As I have learned, a writer has his own personal voice that infuses with his personality to express how and what he feels about the things going on around him.

I had to go through many setbacks and disappointments regarding my writing style - I just did not feel that my writing was good enough. After I attended a writing workshop, a spark lit that rejuvenated my whole being and that rekindled my passion for writing.

I rediscovered myself and the purpose why I write - I write just for the fun of it. I write because I live and I want to express myself. I want to breathe through my writing.

I want to speak through my writing since I rarely have the chance to address myself to a large number of people and what other way to do it but through the internet where millions go to everyday, more frequently than eating, sleeping, or bathing.

With that, I am going to be posting this poem I wrote for our humanities class which talks about the dark secrets of our past. The twist is - no, actually I want you to find what's so special about the poems that our teacher made us do.

Also, I do like to get in touch with you, the reader, so if you have any thoughts, feedback, comments, and/or opinions, please do make use of the comment box below the posts. Here's the poem:

Beaming

Much sorrow and pain

from the heavens did I gain,

as my lips touch the sky;

when white clouds did converge

and tears fell on my cheeks,

the small rift appears,

this burden I bring, why, O why?

I was but unfortunate, desolate and poor;

in my solitude, I find no solace -

as I lay my head down the grass,

gray clouds started swirling, and swirling,

between them, there was no

silver lining.

Am I alone? Alone?

No echo in the horizon.

Morose and decrepit because of my fate.

Fate, O fate, why have you cursed me and brought me nothing

but fire and the sword through my heart?

How will I cope?

Nobody to confide.

No one to console.

To whom will my eyes turn?

Who will heal my soul? Him alone?

But my pain, when will it end?

Ever so slowly like

Vanity drooping from my face, my

Answers fell from the sky.

Now, my scars of the past sit

Gently, floating in flaccid dreams, in that corner something to turn to -

Every time I feel

Lonely.

I am now reborn; my life anew.

Spanning horizons, milestones, breaking barriers.

To the end of time, to my last breath, I shall whisper,

"Adieu to my old friend, to my old smile."