GRAMDAD World Blog

My passion for writing continued to intensify as my pursuit of knowledge has me immersed in literary forms and expressive ideas that further fueled my desire. I was not one of the outstanding English students, which challenged my esteem and any hope of being a scholar. Grappling with a negative view of my abilities. I developed a love for poetry in grade school, but the desire to create my own got wet when I helped my nephew. Now, in my own world judged only by me, I began writing poems for me, for myself, for my personal self-help. Yes, I say self-help because writing poetry was therapy. It was my way of dealing with the pains of life’s disappointments. It was my way of screaming on a mountain and listening to it echoing back to me. It was my friend in my alone moments. The words might not have been spelled right, and the punctuation was in the wrong place or absent altogether, but at that moment, I got lost and found myself in a world where words in the images concocted, hugged me, and comforted me.