I've always been a poetic person. I guess that's why songs with intricate or finely-woven lyrics capture my interest the most. Well, it's either that or a very good melody (or should I say catchy..) which holds my interest the longest.
I remember I used to write poetry as a way for me to let go of my innermost turmoil or when I'm trying to sort things out in my head. Most of the time, it helps me clear my head, but sometimes it makes me strive more and I'd probably end up more confused than ever.
I've started this blog for 3 years, yet you can still count the number of posts I've actually written. I'm starting to remember why I started writing in the first place. I'm starting remember what it feels like to hold onto a pen and writing all those words, or the soaring feeling I'd get whenever an inspiration hits me and I can't wait to type it into my laptop.
Maybe because I've lost my way for awhile, and I thought I've lost myself for good. Maybe when I started letting the black despair creep into my soul. Maybe it was when I stopped being the usual optimistic person I usually was and let myself drown in my sorrows instead of pushing myself to swim through it's currents.
And I'm sure it was when I started letting go of the hold I had to HIM, when I started to think of it as my inner death than to think that it was HIS blessing and attention. HIS love will always pull me through and I've learned the hard way, that I should never forget that it is HIM and will always be HIM.
I remember I used to write poetry as a way for me to let go of my innermost turmoil or when I'm trying to sort things out in my head. Most of the time, it helps me clear my head, but sometimes it makes me strive more and I'd probably end up more confused than ever.
I've started this blog for 3 years, yet you can still count the number of posts I've actually written. I'm starting to remember why I started writing in the first place. I'm starting remember what it feels like to hold onto a pen and writing all those words, or the soaring feeling I'd get whenever an inspiration hits me and I can't wait to type it into my laptop.
Maybe because I've lost my way for awhile, and I thought I've lost myself for good. Maybe when I started letting the black despair creep into my soul. Maybe it was when I stopped being the usual optimistic person I usually was and let myself drown in my sorrows instead of pushing myself to swim through it's currents.
And I'm sure it was when I started letting go of the hold I had to HIM, when I started to think of it as my inner death than to think that it was HIS blessing and attention. HIS love will always pull me through and I've learned the hard way, that I should never forget that it is HIM and will always be HIM.
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