Personal Narrative: My Writing As An Unknown Person

An unknown person has said, “to write means more than putting pretty words on a page; the act of writing is to share a part of your soul with the world.” A pencil is an important facet to me because it is my way of expressing myself. It has helped me through wonderful and awful times.

I was placed into foster care at the age eleven and lived with my grandmother for a year; then I went to live with my godmother and siblings, this is when writing became important to me. I was a seventh grader at the time and found that I had a desire for poetry. I discovered that I enjoy writing about anything I am passionate about or am wistful about. At this time I was still in foster care and I started writing letters to the judge against my mother and why I should not live with her. I eventually lost against the court and moved back in with my mother my eighth grade year.

December of two-thousand twelve we moved to Wilmington, North Carolina. I transferred to Noble Middle School and began talking with my counselor because issues with my sister had begun to arise. I did not talk very well

about my feelings and one night I broke down so I began writing. The first thing i wrote, outside of school, was a poem that I titled “Who am I?”. What I wrote started to become diverse in its topics and who I was speaking to. I started writing my story and then sharing how I dealt with the problems as if I was speaking to somebody else; this is where I got the name inspirational writings.
Eventually I shared one writing that I called “Moments”, and that is when my counselor told me to keep writing and I inspired a poetry club at the school.

We had a reading at Barnes and Noble, I heard everybody talking and expressing their feelings through poetry and I thought it was amazing. I felt important because I helped children my age and younger express the way they felt about certain topics or themselves. When I had shared a few of my poems they began coming up to me and asking me questions about how I wrote the way I did, or complimenting me; I was and am a shy person so it was unimaginable the way I had effected people just from speaking out and letting go. This encouraged me that I was here, on the earth, to make a positive change in the lives of people all over, I had already felt strongly about this before, but sharing it made me confident in what I dream about

doing.
I do not write as much anymore, but I write about my problems, how to overcome different things, and anything I am passionate about. I will specify why I chose a pencil and that is because typing them on a computer does not have the same effect as it does when written out by hand. When I write on paper I can look back on the piece and see dried tears, flowing of my handwriting, fancy letters and doodles, or even ripped paper from the anger. It is a precious gift to keep memories like those. My despair, guilt, rage, fortuitous, calmness, worry, and love all shown through a simple flow of the hand, it is precious to me. It is my way of being different, to make a change, to help, and a memory of my life and its ups and downs. Writing is my escape, my to express myself. It is like music; there all the time, says the way you feel, feels the way you feel, my freedom and my world.
The quote by the unknown person that I shared stays true to me. I realize that it helped me share myself with different people, those close to me and strangers. I hope that in my future my writings will reach other people and it will share my story and help others from all around the world.