Why I’m Not Brave Enough to Share The Thing I’m Most Proud of Achieving this Year

Most posts like this feature a lengthy beginning, which builds suspense and mystery, a middle which contains a shocking revel through to an end which is reflectionary and ties together the learnings and personal growth you made during the discovery process.

This isn’t what that is

The thing i’m most proud of this year is rediscovering my voice. I lost it for a long time, criticised to the point of paralysis, I grew increasingly wary of exposing that part of myself to the world. Feeling mocked and belittled by someone who had my trust I have suppressed it for a decade and a half.

I write poetry

A collection of words specifically chosen due to both their meaning and how they must collaborate with one another appeals fervently to my personality. The conveyance of meaning, almost peculiarly, due to the selection of words utilised is a startlingly human endeavour that makes me consider what I am trying to say in far more depth that I typically can. Words all have meaning, but poetry offers more. It’s about the image and feelings you can conjure up in someone else through the painstakingly particular descriptions and images you portray.