Storytelling....

This was my favourite thing to do as a young girl,

This was my favourite thing to write.

Ever since I was a child, I would get lost in the storybooks,

In to the minds and literature of the beautiful creative writers, who always captivated my mind.

Their ability to write, create, and tantalise the minds of their readers so deeply, immersing us in to the vastness of their imagination,

With deep, enthralling, magical stories about valiant characters, heroes, superheroes, victims, lovers and villains,

The scared mysteries and passions around love,

The deeply throbbing longiness and emptiness within lovers hearts and minds after being separated away from each other,

The adventures that took place by the brave, the strong and the fearless,

The courageous souls who wanted to travel the land and explore the world far and wide,

The heroic maidens who escaped rife, torture and persecution,

The valiant soldiers who sacrificed their lives, families and bodies for their beliefs,

The brave ones who made a changes to their dysfunctional families,

The weak ones who became brave through challenges and turmoil,

The unseen ones that became seen and heard,

The lost ones that became found,

The villains who became heroes and saved the world,

The unseen and unsung heroes that sacrifice themselves for others,

The healers, the artist, the sharers, the poets, the scribes who share their hearts through their art,

I always was a storyteller...

Now I find myself here, being able to tell my own story,

And maybe one day I will.

About how I conquered everything that came against me and lived to tell the tale,

I always knew I was a storyteller - maybe one day you'll like to read my story.