For the Freedom

No one can tell me what to do when I write.

It’s all coming from my head.

All of my thoughts are my own, and I have been blessed with the will power to either share, react on, or harness them.

My thoughts, my rules.

As a child, I faced many obstacles.

Even through adolescence, I found myself in situations in which I had no control.

Throughout adulthood, I’m finding that perhaps all those years spend practicing thought, that writing could be the perfect way to express myself while relieving some of the angst.

Poetry was my first medium.

I excelled in high school, earning me a small section in the Palm Springs High School Newspaper. After graduating, my 8 year relationship with orchestral instruments was coming to a close. I had given back the horns that belonged to the school, which sent me into a minor depression.

It was soon after the ceremony I realized my love for music could continue had I switched my instrument.

It’s me.

I can write.

Truthfully, it’s writing the music that makes the ability to do so, so humbling.

Thank you for asking.