Destined With My Plume

A poem contains reasons why am I a writer

I was wondering about my future in the past,

If I can have any exceptional skills apart from what I have,

Do I need or have a passion?

Or do I merely need to discover it on my own?

Reminiscing those days when I have many unanswered queries,

I remember how I forced myself to have a passion and skills,

It feels like I'm torturing myself hardly to have one,

Yet, I realized that I shouldn't pressure myself about that one.

Years and stress and fears and tears,

I let those pass by and go with the flow,

Slowly trying to figure out my passion with countless frowns,

But it all changed when I held my plume.

I began writing stories and poems like magically happened,

It drives my imagination to create beyond reality scenarios,

I can express my feelings and thoughts creatively,

And I found out that I can be a writer with my plume naturally.

Before I became a writer, there are personal challenges I encountered,

It wasn't easy to have frustrations and negative emotions,

Nevertheless, those are my stepping stone to find my passion,

And here I am, a writer destined with my plume.

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Young Pilipinas Poetry