Soul of an Artist

 The Spark: Soul of an Artist #WinterABC23 #AFROBLOGGERS I recently joined a writing challenge where we're given prompts and then go forth. Do whatever you will. Kind of reminds me of high school compositions and inshas. Fitting considering that's how my passion for writing started. Our prompt for today's blog is The Spark. The spark that ignited the fire for writing.  Writing for me has been innate. It began with reading though. I always loved reading even as a kid. Back then there wasn't the internet so hard cover it was. I would read novels, newspapers, magazines, and anything I would come across When we started writing compositions in school, I was exceedingly good at them. I never thought anything of it. I just knew I wrote good compositions. It was so interesting when everyone hated doing compositions, I loved them.  Fast forward to campus, life got so busy and distracting I forgot all about writing. I still read novels though on an app but writing, naah, wasn...

Photo Caption- Vail Relationship Institute I'm supposed to be happy. Isn't this what I wanted? I lost sleep over this. I'm supposed to be ecstatic. I got what I wanted, but at what cost? No one said the price would be this high. Why am I in mourning? I am so afraid of this new path. Of what it is asking me to do. This is supposed to be a good thing, right? Then why do I feel like this? There's this dull ache in my chest. I don't want to leave. But I don't want to stay either. They all left. With no goodbye. Then why am I having a hard time saying goodbye? I don't know. I wish I did. My new life is beckoning. So why do I keep looking back? I'm tired of feeling this feeling. But I'm scared of feeling something new. This is bittersweet but the bitter keeps overpowering the sweet. Why am I having a hard time leaving the things that already left?  They only bring me pain but it seems pain is the only thing I am accustomed to. It should be easy, but it...