I’ve always considered poetry a hobby, more or less something to do for relaxation at my own leisure. Technically I would call myself a closet poet, being that I don’t parade my work around, and everything is sacred to me and I like to keep it that way. When it comes to writing I constantly find myself discussing morality. Leaving enough abstraction and space for the reader to come to their own conclusion, so that I can give them something tangible in hope to connect, relate and feel my emotion bestowed. Now please let me introduce my stunning cousin Bianca, a wonderful spirit, and an even more delightful person. Bianca’s wedding date was closing in, and she was feeling at bay to the stress of planning everything. In addition, Bianca needed someone to make a grand toast at her wedding. When she came to me I was speechless, yet honored, and a little scared in all truthfulness. My own mind doubted my ability to produce something sacrosanct enough it could bind two souls. A challenge that would force my hobby to bare out of my room, even more so be displayed in front of hundreds of critics.
I peered up at the geographical feature that was forming in my room. Paper upon paper toppled out the top of my garbage can, creating a mound of some sort. I just couldn’t envision the right words, or the right lines, they seemed all too …show more content…
That day I found my best self, while Bianca and Chris found each other’s best selves. Their eyes lit up with joy, and my heart lit up with content. I was satisfied with who I was; I was appeased with my closet hobby everyone seemed to love, and applaud. I knew I wasn’t a professional author, or actor, or even athlete, but I was professional at being who I am. I went to bed that night astonished of my courage, and proud of myself. After a long day bricks hung from my eyelids, and my body went into a tranquil state. Drifting off to sleep I wondered if my headboard was proud of me
I peered up at the geographical feature that was forming in my room. Paper upon paper toppled out the top of my garbage can, creating a mound of some sort. I just couldn’t envision the right words, or the right lines, they seemed all too …show more content…
That day I found my best self, while Bianca and Chris found each other’s best selves. Their eyes lit up with joy, and my heart lit up with content. I was satisfied with who I was; I was appeased with my closet hobby everyone seemed to love, and applaud. I knew I wasn’t a professional author, or actor, or even athlete, but I was professional at being who I am. I went to bed that night astonished of my courage, and proud of myself. After a long day bricks hung from my eyelids, and my body went into a tranquil state. Drifting off to sleep I wondered if my headboard was proud of me