I have written poetry since I was just an adolescent. Being asked to be a part of the "Young Authors of America" program as just a child was an honor for me, and I will cherish those years for all the rest of mine. I learned more than I would have ever imagined, and met an abundance of people who enjoyed writing just as much as, or more than me! I was unsure of where that journey would take me, but I am so happy to have been a part of it.
As unsure as most of us are throughout life, and the obstacles we may go through, I am happy to have the ability to get it all out on paper.
I am grateful for all of my books, all of my pens, pencils, and paper. My mother would always make jokes about how she couldn't take me to "Staples," or down any stores stationary aisle, otherwise she would go broke! Thank you Mom, for always believing in me, and my journey as a writer. I am grateful for my childhood typewriter that I sat at for hours, and hours typing away. I am grateful for this platform, here, on Medium so that I may share my thoughts, my experiences, my years in strife, and lesssons learned.
I do not believe I would have gotten through half of the years I've come to undergo without the knowledge of writing I was fortunate enough to acquire, nor without the many books I threw myself in, to endulge in adventures of all types, and to educate myself further on subjects of all kinds.
I owe more to writing than I could ever express.
This is who I am.
This is me in all my faults, flaws, beauty, and in love.
Whom I believe I am destined to be... A writer.
I didn't recognize how much my journaling, and poems remembled a truth in poetry that to which was worth publishing (within my hopes of resonating with other humans) until I was in my late 20's.
It took alot for me to publish my first poem, and publishing still takes it's toll on me to this day. As each poem I write is directly from my own journals, and notebooks; I am honored to have a voice that is heard. Each poem/story I write comes directly from my own human experiences. It is not easy to be... well, the best suited word here for me would be, naked.
Yes, naked, indeed.
For all to see me, for who I am, all I have been through, and still endure.
I am AELIZABETHMIND...
Please, comment below any of my poetry if it has resonated with you, and/or with any recommendations as I continue forward on my path as a writer. Any critisism will be noted, and I will use it to fuel myself further, as I find it helpful.
Thank you for reading my poetry, and for any contributions made.
I am thankful for each and every one of my readers. Each of you are the reason why I click on that little publish button.