When I was seven I used to sit with the librarian at the school where my father worked. One afternoon I remember picking up a pen and pressing it to a blank sheet of paper. I had no idea what I was going to write; I just let the words spill onto the page. When I was finished, I lifted the pen, replaced the lid and showed the paper to the librarian. She read it to herself quickly, looked down me and smiled. I remember her patting my head and whispering,
“You were born to write.”
During the years that have followed, writing – particularly poetry – has become second nature to me. It is the most natural and effective way for me to express myself and I can’t imagine my life without it.
So far this year I have been quite lost; searching for some meaning in my life, desperately trying to find something that is mine. Something at which I excel, and of which I can be proud.
While speaking with a relative recently she asked if I was still writing. In that moment I smiled to myself and realised that I had been searching for something that was already found.
Poetry is my centre. It grounds me. It gives me peace. It is a part of me and now I’m sharing that part of me with you.
I do so hope you enjoy it.
Psst… What’s With the Blog Title?
In case you were wondering, the sound ‘shh’, which we use to quieten and soothe those in distress, is known in phonetics as a voiceless palato-alveolar fricative. Poetry soothes me, hence the title.