I loved to write as a child, and as a teenager. It provided me with a gateway and escape from my difficult life. Having no listening ear, I poured my heart unto every paper I could find; pen or pencil. I wrote as though my life depended on it, often times making sense, and sometimes making none at all even to myself. I began to write poetry at the age of 21; a young widow and mother. Poetry became my only escape. At that time too, I wrote about a dozen poems before I decided to take a leap into the unknown. I never was able to get any of them published, lost them all eventually and lost touch with poetry.
The poetic side of me re-emerged when I stood with all the Girls and women of the world, in my heart and with my keyboard to commemorate the 16 days of activism against Gender-Based Violence in 2019, which won the World Pulse story award. I made another attempt again in March 2020 to commemorate the annual International Women's Day.
Even though I have already posted it on World Pulse in March, I wish to submit it as an entry for the call for submissions as Poetry.