i was merely writing on my scratch papers, at the back of my notebooks, and on receipts. I would scribble my thoughts and create a rhyme or invent analogies.
the write-ups were piling and i have this feeling of half regret that nobody else but me who was able to read those words. there was also a thought of fear in making my work public because of it being too personal.
the first thing i tried was using wordpress. slowly it felt nice being able to release my work. it also gave me a sense of relief and there was an undertone of the feeling of moving on. the words i write are my way of expressing how i feel without having to say it explicitly. posting my work is like a breath of fresh air or a sigh of relief and all the other cliché metaphor present to describe it.
i went from wordpress to creating a facebook page and eventually writing my own book(s), because there are already five of them now, and then creating an instagram page for my poetry. i grew from having second thoughts on sharing my work to having actually shared my work all out. there are five poetry collection available on google books that i self-published and my facebook and instagram page are slowly growing organically.
i grew as a writer and as an artist because i tried to overcome my fear until i overcame my fear. trying is so underrated but that’s the thing that makes us grow. it is in trying that we unlock something in ourselves that we didn’t know we had before.
good news is i am still trying and i’ll try to be this way as long as i’m breathing.
Ailyn's Lines 