Writer

I knew what I wanted to be as a teenager, when I grew up. I knew it in Grade One when I wrote my first story.

I wanted to be a writer.

What I did not know than, there is no wanting to be a writer, it is who I am.

***I wrote this while I was writing a journal entry. I had goose bumps when I realized the validity of that statement.****

My Mind

***Picture found on Facebook

If I could
I would like to let you enter my mind

so that you can see

what it is like to be me.

To hear the screams so loud

to know they are in your soul

there is no escape,

this is my reality.

To feel the pain so crippling

to know the complete agony

as you are assailed,

this is my home.

If I could,

I would like to invite you into my mind

so that you can see,

but than again

turn away from here

no one needs to know the horror of my mind

except for me.

Jay-lyn Doerksen

January 17/18