A few weeks ago, I started writing poetry.
It’s a form that I’ve only recently become interested in, after years of being pretty indifferent to it. It wasn’t until I started college that I was exposed to it, primarily via reading Black poets and hearing spoken word artists perform.
These experiences showed me that poetry could be used not only as a tool for social and liberatory change, but also for personal healing and growth. From that point on, I was an outsider looking in, too afraid to attempt it myself. But, something changed a few months ago.
Writing is a therapeutic vehicle for me. It has been one of the few ways I’ve been able to truly make sense of my experiences and the world around me. Regardless of what was going on in life, writing has been one of the few constants.
Writing has always been there. Writing has always kept me. No matter what, writing has always loved me back.