-Joelena Saldana
7/31/14
I can feel starting to slip away... My passion, my strength, my muse. The only thing that makes me me. What will I do? Where can I go? It's the only thing that can keep me grounded, keeps me here where I am today. I can't leave now, I can't be distant. I must keep writing. My poetry has gotten me through everything. All the drama, the hurt, the pain, the happiness, excitement, crushes, love, my anger, irritation, moments of disappointment. Its helped me through the deep deep pain my father had put me through. My bullying that I couldn't stick up to, because I was too scared and had no confidence. The love that I have for my family that was to frustrating to say that I would just put it on paper. It's amazing how much a piece of wood and led can help me and get me through. I can't stop.. I can't give up. I must find my desire once again. What ever happened to that one happy, loved, but injured child? I fear for her disappearance. Please do not leave.. Where am I without you?.. Without me. Poetry is my memory that I keep on paper. Poetry and writing defines me. Where am I without it? What am I without it?.. Do not leave my happy, but wounded heart, soul, and mind.
Please! I beg you... Stay.