Caution--Explicit Language

As I went through the revision process, I learned stuff. 'Cause that's what writers do. We write, make mistakes, redo things and eventually (hopefully!!) we have a piece that we are proud of. And know I think my new one is much better, thanks to the critical help of Richard, Alex, and my English teacher Mrs. Reynolds.

Caution--Explicit Language

I believe that words hold power. They are used in a king's decree, they were etched into the stones religion says Moses carried down the mountain. They are resources that never end. They are truly significant and potent in my eyes.

I approach words and the power I believe they hold by using a philosophy I have developed in life. Words are the key through the door of ignorance to enlightenment. Without words, or symbols for them, people have no way to truly express and explain about themselves.

I discovered the power and impact of words about a year ago. This was during a time where I was hurt, angry, and betrayed by someone I considered a really good friend . She said some awful things, (I can’t say them because of explicit language) about me to experience my agony and her own bliss.

I was so miserable that, instead of talking openly, for awhile, I would cry. I cried in the empty bathroom, in the crowded hall, and behind my locker door. Then I'd go home at the end of the day and write. I only had one theme, sadness and anger combined into a hideous rage, but it was enough to start.

With the time and freedom to find the right words, I admitted things to myself and my reader that I never had the courage to face. Once, the words I wrote were used against me, and I was so upset, but it didn't stop me. Nothing mattered as long as I could use MY words. Somehow, what I wrote was going to make something better for me, and I tried to make that hope explicit by writing as much as I did.

I faced my ex-friend and I told her everything I thought she was doing wrong. She didn't listen to me then, but I hope she’ll come to realize being mean to people won't make them respect you more. I believe it was the biggest step I ever made as a person. And, through that, I convinced myself that there was some kind of courage writing things down before saying them gave me. Words and I went on and on.

I'm not the same person I was a year ago, but I continue to write things like snippets of stories in notebooks, poems on Word documents, about random characters on single sheets of loose-leaf, and extended thinking on my blog. And I'll never forget where I started.

Even if writing is not how you express yourself, exactly, words are how you, we, all of us explain and spread our own passions and beliefs. Words have power. And I believe in that power.