When I decided to go back to school for my Master's degree, I wanted to do something that was related to what I love. Writing! I have always had a passion for writing. Writing was a my gateway from all the worries of the world. I could travel to any place I wanted to go, to runway from the reality that this world was not truly all it cracked up to be. When you writing you can become the stage for the way your readers may be felling at the moment, you can write the words to the song that many are trying to sing.
So while searching the internet, I stumbled upon this article, Sustained by Fiction While Facing Life's Facts, written by Alice Hoffman. Alice Hoffman discussed how her love for writing was so deeply embedded in her soul ,that it gave her the strength she need during her difficult time. I agree with her when she said, "Writers don't choose their craft; they need to write in order to face the world". Writer's use their work as a way to vent, cry, and seek comfort when it feels like their world is crumbling to millions of pieces. When she ended her article with this paragraph, "I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real, to see day lilies and swimming pools, loyalty and devotion, even though my eyes were closed and all that surrounded me was a darkened room. I wrote because that was who I was at the core, and if I was too damaged to walk around the block, I was lucky all the same. Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible. " It summed up a lot of things a writer consider when they put the pen to paper.
One musical group that compliments the article is One Republic. They have a song called "Secrets". Secrets how you can give all the secrets away in your writings or songs. I absolutely love this song!
Here is a poem I wrote titled, Don't Tell where I became a voice for thousands of abuse women:
Don't Tell
By Tiesha Ward
I have a secret, can you promise to keep it?
Last night, a man touched me, he touched me
in ways that make me feel like a real woman
I begged and pleaded! Can you stop please?
For I am already starting to bleed
I constantly told him that it wasn't right
That he needed a more experienced woman to
fullfill his needs at night.
I told him time to time again," I'm too
young for this"
Instead, he ignored what I said and forced
me to give him a kiss
I began to wonder as time slowly went by
But everytime I think about what he did to
me, I can't help but to cry.
If only my mom knew what he's done to me,
since I was ten
By the time she finds out I'll be having
his twins
This poem was about being the voice with actually being a victim. I was never a victim but I want to bring awareness that these things do happen everyday.