A friend once asked me, why my poems speak of heartaches? It was an indirect query on my emotional status, a poser of concern. It is not my attitude to explain everything about my personal life, however, at that point in time, he really needed an answer. The truth is everyone’s right to know.
To dismiss the suspicion of bitterness, I assert that my writings do not state anguish but a fact of life. Facts that do not need debate to squeeze out an analogy. We all have a share of pain and joy. In fact, I should be thankful for having been exposed to such experiences for it made me a complete person–a lady with a determined goal in life.
As a principled woman, I will live according to how I see life and not according to the dictates of the norms and traditions that I feel imprisoned of.
For there are some standards that demand perfection out of my life system which stifles my growth and fulfillment as a person.
This is me. When I feel that I function in a box of expectation and that my movements are restricted to the point that I no longer hear my own voice, then that spells injustice for me.
FOR AS LONG AS I KNOW WHERE I STAND THEN I THEREFORE KNOW WHERE I SHOULD BE.
Why am I writing poems on unrequited love themes? BECAUSE I AM A WRITER. A writer does not choose what to write. For as long as the mind is fertile and it can conceived themes that matter to most, then why not?
I am a passionate writer who gets inspiration from the two non-fiction facts of love:joy and pain or the cycle of hello and goodbye.
I am just a writer and a passionate one at that.