The Reason Behind my Passion

They claim that I'm too passionate

about poetry and music

about books and nature 

about God and words

about outer space and life in general.

I thought it was good to be passionate about things. I thought it was good to let your feelings be known to the world. I thought it was good to hold nothing back. I think my train of thought was on the right track, but they gave me flack. They laughed at my passion, the carefully fashioned sentences that have to be pushed from my mouth. They look at me strangely when, as I'm speaking, my face floods with tears-drops of pain that have been held back for years. In grade school, I was the quiet one. I had no friends, I was on the run. I didn't speak even when spoken to. I didn't believe that my words had the power to stop the bullies. I didn't yet realize that that wasn't the truth. They continued to bruise my arms and chip my tooth. But, I remained silent. When I asked my teacher if she could stop the violence, she moved ME to the front of the class so she could keep an eye on me. It was as if I was the one being reprimanded, like being a victim of bullying was a punishable offence. But at the time, I had no choice. It wasn't until after I'd endured 10 years of bullying that I found my quiet, shaky voice. It had been locked away for years. But I unlocked that box and my world was rocked like a boat in turbulent waters. I fell in love with the simplistic, complex beauty of words. I pulled out the words and the courage that had been locked away within me. This may seem like an absurdity, but that set me free. The words and emotions belong to me. they are now MINE to scream and shout. That's what all the passion is about. 

Reviews

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This is far from absurdity, You have certainly found your voice and it is strong. Your writing screams passion ; keep it up!