Why Writing?

Poem By Samiha Issacs

As I sit blankly in class glaring amongst the rows and seats in front of me,
the teacher blabbing pointless continuations of words, I can only think of
one thing. In all the years I’v had to ponder and discover my ways of

thinking, I never thought this was who I am, who I’m supposed to become;
a writer, allowing myself to sit and form words within my mind as I feel I
have something to tell people. Maybe they aren’t interested in what I have

to say. Or perhaps they know my thoughts might mean something to
them, something that they are able to relate to. I myself love to write. I
have prepared myself from simple poetry as an average emotional teen,
then slowly progressing to a determined writer.

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