Come Sit With Me.
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LaToya M Savage
5/30/20263 min read
Hello, everyone. If you have a moment, Come sit with Me. My author journey started years ago when I around 7 years old. I would sit in the backyard on a wooden structure. I took paper from my school notebook and started write. My parents were not happy about that. So, my Mom went to the store and got me a legal pad. I was excited because I never seen yellow paper with green lines. I loved that note pad. I would sit and look up at the sky and let the sound of nature take me to a place where I see the words. One poem I wrote was what if: what if the sky was green, what if the trees were blue, what if the water was orange. And when I put the words on the page, I could see the green sky, the orange water. I started with writing poems. My legal pad got full quicky. So, I used old homework sheets. Then I bought a spiral notebook and turned it into my journal and for my poems. I wanted to be a poet and share my poems with others. Because I felt if I was thinking and feeling these emotions others will too. I found an ad in a magazine to send I think about 5 poems and they will put them in a book. I hopped on that because I knew that my journey starts right when I send my poems. Unfortunately, I let them take my poems. That hurt a lot plus, people in my ear saying you can't do this. Writing poems is not a career do something else that pays. After the disappointment I still wrote but not like before. My Mom would ask me if I've written anything lately. I told her yes knowing I haven't wrote anything in months. She told me when God gives you a gift use it before God takes it back. After she told me that I used my gift by writing mother day cards, father day cards, birthday cards. My goal was to make the person who is reading the card will cry. My Mom said, is this going to make me cry. I shrugged my shoulders. After everyone read my cards, they said you need a job writing poems. One day I called Hallmark to see how I can could work as a writer. They told me that the key is going to school, making good grades, and going to college for writing. I was fired up. The words in the sky came again. Then a shift in my life happened and writing took a back sit. I still wrote in my journal. Years flew by poems came and went. I made it to a university where I took a creative writing class. I loved that class. The teacher encouraged me to keep going. Life happened another shift. I was sitting on my porch, and it was crying. I love sitting outside when it rains. I feel it is cleansing for my soul. I wrote a lot of poems in the rain. I enrolled to another university. I was excited because I felt this time is the time. I took an English Literature class the professor was awesome. We had an assignment to take a poem we love and add personal details an original poem. I used a scripture from Psalms. I spoke of my nephew, color candies, and something else. I can't remember. The teacher announced there were two poems she choose for the students' to read to the class. In my mind, it wasn't me. I looked around the class and she said my name. My look said it all: surprised, is she for real, or did she make a mistake. I got up and read my poem. After class the professor asked me and the other student to join her poetry club. Me and the other student was so excited. There was a talent show, and I put my name on the list. It didn't hurt that the host was fine. He asked me did I want to go first. I look into his eyes and said yes. However, my stomach was screaming noooooooooooooooooo. I was nervous, but I did it anyway. And everyone clapped. I didn't win the prize, but I won confidence in myself and my words. Because my words matter. Well thank you for sitting with me. I enjoyed this time with you.
Sometimes the quiet moments reveal us the most. Until next time, keep creating, keep healing, and keep becoming.