tracie-bulkley
American
I started writing in Junior High. / I had recently read Bridge To Terbithia. / The ending had made me furious. The fact that the girl -died-. / So I decided to write a new ending. A better one. A happier one. / After writing one chapter, I discovered that without the girl's death, the rest of the story had no direction, no point. / But I had made my first attempt at writing. / And that opened the flood gates to a world of emotions and words that had built up inside me, with no way out. / After that came poetry, gobs of it. / Most of it unfit for the public eye. / I write, I post to Facebook, I wait a few years, and then I come back with fresh eyes and new experience. / I tweak, I re-write, I critique, sometimes I scrap a poem altogether. / What I am left with is usually something I can be fairly proud of. / I hope you enjoy what I write. / Granted, most of it is morbid, because my words are fueled by strong emotions, / And it is hard to find emotions more fully felt / Than grief, fear, and anger.
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