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

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