My passion for writting .....Where did it Go?

The I had for writing has slipped away from me I didn’t realize until the starting of this narrative paper. I have my mind set on what I’m going to write about. But I can’t seem to write it out. Where did it go? I wonder what happened to my love for writing. I use to love it I had a passion for writing. I even wanted to become to become a journalist at one point of time. But when I got to college everything had changed I began to get wrapped up in my school work ,also my job . And that’s when I just stopped writing. the pen never wrote freely until needed to be. I can remember my first poem I have ever written.

“Beneath these brown eyes”
Look inside my shadow many emotions I am strong, brave cold, lonely, scared of what I have to offer to the world .could they see the women I am growing to be .the lady I had become. Drama in my life has been biggest part of me “no I don’t create it ‘but it tries to create me I decided to let it all go. From me as I speak with the words of a lady. I don’t let the fears come near me anymore. I walk with faith, talk with courage. I am superwoman in the flesh. Beneath these brown eyes. Love will love me. We will be part as one. If you can’t handle me at my worst, than u don’t deserve my best. I am the greatest of them independent. Head high I won’t be knocked down but beneath these brown eyes I am a lady who’s growing into a woman.....

#Reflection

Working on this paper I didn’t work as hard as I should of on the prewriting my mind just wasn’t focusing right at the time but I began to do some actives at my job I asked my boss would it be ok if I could walk around the library to get something in my brain that I could write , I began to feel and smell things to get me started I remember Stephanie giving me ideas like explain how it felt , smelled , looked I would sit down at the computer at work and just close my eyes and thought to myself what type of description was I trying to give to the class. I got up and I began to use some commutation skills. I went around the room and began to ask patrons on how they would they describe the library. The feed back wasn’t so helpful every one kept saying quiet and peaceful. But I used what they said and added some of my own personal descriptions of the library and I think what I have written. I am going to to give the class an pretty good description .

*Love Lost

Love is an strong and bold word we all need it or want it at some point of our life , so sometimes we even hate it ..and i wonder why do guys say they love you when they really dont. why do they abuse the word that mean so much to us .why is it so hard for them to tell the truth . and when u do something they dont like they get made at you ..what is up that? so i figured that if he cant handle me at my worst then he sure enough dont derserve my best.......

*Fatherly Love*

When i was kid i always urge for that fatherly love that all my friends had . see i never really knew my dad when i was younger he was never there for me . i can remember when i was about 12 years old when i first seen my face to face instead of a picture that my mother will always show me i was so scared to speak to him me and my mom was going to walmart and i just happen to remember his face from a picture my mom had shown me ... "She yelled his name and motioned him to us " i gotten mad because i was totally scared to see him or talk to him in person . i thought about running but my feet wouldnt move its like the pavement had gotten wet and i was stuck in it. she kept yelling his name till he turned around wow i thought to myself my 10 year old brother at the time looked just like him kinda identical expect my brother had long hair . but as i was trying to figure out what to say to him if he come to us. should i yell and scream at him for not being there for us . or should i hug him and embrace his fatherly love i realzied that i wanted him in my life . he was my dad we might have not known eachother but right now can be the begining of our father daughter relationship ..... but suddenly he turned back around and never looked back.....