I am not my words

In My Pocket

I began writing poetry on March 2014 after being inspired by a sunset. I’ve always had a thing for poetry, but it wasn’t until last year that I began writing consistently. I’ve become attached to my poetry, and it’s become a big part of who I am. I share it on social media, I have an online portfolio for it, and I am currently working on publishing some of my poems. I love my poetry. But when it’s been over a week since I’ve been able to write a poem, or when I’ve started a poem and it’s been a month and I still haven’t finished it, or when I get a 70 in a poem in creative writing class, I tend to sulk because, confession: I find my worth in my poetry. And that’s not right. Because I am not my words.

My words are a huge part of…

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