We do not know how far someone may have fallen to end up where they are at. We also do not know how far someone may have come up from where they were. How hard the journey was and still is. Some feel more than others. Some do not feel at all and never will understand those that walk and survive this life with unprotected hearts. Try as they may to shield themselves, pain of judgement and scorn by others finds them. Another layer of scab applies itself to cover wounds gleefully made to feel superior. Borne without complaint to be added to the many, many scars already evident upon a gentle soul.

As a little girl growing up, I was what some would call a little Matilda. I was always reading a book. Reading was my escape from the reality that was my childhood. I began writing when I was 12 years old. Back then I never really thought of it as poetry or any other kind of writing, I always saw it as me writing down everything Iʼd never say… I thought of my writings as a journal entry. Of course it wasn'tʼuntil later that I realized that I was writing much more than just that. I have piles and piles of black spiral notebooks under my bed filled with my writings. Before I started posting here on prose, I posted some writings on another writing app called Poetry Club. Sadly it shut down about a month ago due to inactivity. Other than the close group of people on there and all of you here on prose, no one had ever read my writings. I've never shared my writings with family or friends, mostly because they're really personal. I've always thought that one day I'll be like Dickinson (not that I'mʼcomparing myself to her), and that after I die somebody will find all of my writings and will publish them. Yeah I'mʼweird like that. From the ages of 15 till about 19 I stopped writing as much. About a year and a half ago when I started posting on Poetry Club is when I really got back into the groove of things. Poetry is by far my favorite form of writing. I mainly stick to free verse myself. I became all the more inspired when someone started writing poetry and songs for me. Falling in love with a writer is one of the best and worst things that can happen. Here I am now at 21 using writing as a therapist… I would love to write as a profession. But who knows… Ending up like Dickinson wouldn't be half bad either.