Its still awkward to brag about my accomplishments.
Even though I have been through so much, and made art out of it.
My creations are in many collections.
Still I never thought of myself as someone who was worthy enough to brag about what I have done.
It’s not like I am a brain surgeon saving lives.
I just write about how I am feeling or how I have felt at one point in time.
So to see my pieces on pages in many different anthologies, it actually makes me proud of me.
Which is surprising.
I am no one special, and may never be.
But I started posting to bring awareness to unspoken things.
All I ever wanted was for others to read and feel something in each piece.
I wanted people to be able to find the words they were missing.
Pieces that helped them move past things. Knowing they are not alone, and there are words to describe their feelings.
I don’t want to be famous, but I want my words to travel across the seas.
I want people who are in dark caves to find light in my writing.
I want the girl who has been hiding to find shelter within my words, because comfort is what she deserves.
I want to write to heal the broken hearts, the lonely spirits, and lost souls who don’t know who they are.
I hope my words can be bridges for people to their hearts.
I just want people to know they are not alone, and there is purpose within their scars.
Life is so hard, sometimes even a smile can warm the coldest of hearts.
I’ve written pieces when I was in pieces.
I shared them with the world, hoping it reaches anyone who is in need.
With a message that spoke courage and planted a seed.
Life happens, and my pen takes action.
I don’t want fame.
I just want my words to make a difference, in someone else’s day.
Maybe change another’s life.
Because some words are hard to find, and even harder to say.

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