The one thing that I never lost my love for and my only escape when I didn’t want to interact with other people: My writing. My Guiding light. It helped me find my way back when I thought everything was closing in on me. Some times we forget to take care of ourselves and forget that we too are important parts of the world and this cycle of life as well. I forgot and wasn’t pleased with the progress of my writing and/or the progress of my life. I neglected every aspect of my life that was important to me because I was getting caught up in all the things that were going on around me. I finally found my way back to the one thing that I knew I could do right and the one thing that made me feel like I belonged here which was/is my writing, my escape, my guiding light through this force of life.
I remember days where I hated myself and everything that I was standing for in life. I complained way too much for my own liking and I decided to go back to my safe place. I’m so glad I found my way back.
My Guiding Light by Kendra Williams
I forgot
I got lost
I navigated away
I lost respect
I fought the urge
I got confused
But my guiding light
Will lead me back
Back down the right direction
Back to my destiny
Back to my passion
Back to my focus
I can run
I can try to hide
I can try to fight the urge
But my guiding light
Will lead me back
Back to my love
Back to my family
Back to my reality
Back to my true friends
My guiding light
Was dim but now it’s shining just like new
You never know what talent or gift you were given until you wake up one day and that’s all that you have left. Some days I thought I would wake up and my hands wouldn’t work anymore and that instead of me using them I would lose them because I had misused them so much. But I wasn’t ready for them to be taken away so I fought to keep my gift alive.
I was lost, depressed, misguided, misused, misunderstood, hurt, overwhelmed by obstacles that were only meant to break me down so that I could see what true strength meant. I finally found my way back to my safe place no judgment just me, my notebooks, my thoughts, nature and my pens. I’m so glad I didn’t give up and instead decided to fight back.
All days won’t be pretty and all days won’t be perfect but all days will be worth fighting for. Find your light. Find your passion. Find your safe place in this hectic world. Love without fear of being denied love back. Trust that your light will guide you back to your destiny.
Keep Fighting! You are worth it. The world needs to hear your story.
©2015 Kjoywrites
Kjoywrites 
This is my favorite! Wonderfully done, and couldn’t agree more about writing.
Keep it up!
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That was pretty cool. I tend to think very negatively about the value anymore in bothering. The world doesn’t need another book, it needs kindness. The world doesn’t need another word at all from me. Writing doesn’t hug anyone. It doesn’t nurse a sick animal back to health. It doesn’t carry a tray of food to an Elders bedside. It doesnt house a homeless mother. So, or very hard for me to see it’s value, except that it’s something I do. I write songs like crazy. The world doesn’t need another song. Do you understand what I’m saying? Is writing a ‘gift’, or is it just something we like to do? I understand your struggle, but it’s one I’ve had for years so you’re not alone. I argue with myself allot about its ‘value’ when there are so many people and ecosystems of life that need more than words. In fact, some of them can’t even read, so what’s the point? Wouldn’t handing someone hungry some food be better than writing about how nice that would be?
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I can’t speak for anyone but myself when I say this but my writing has touched people where hugs can’t go. I can’t help those that can’t read bc just like those that can’t read there are some people that can’t eat either(where one person might lack one thing they can take away something else valuable). You may think the world doesn’t need another book, just like the world sees that all people aren’t hungry. I could say so much about your response but I’m going to say this. We all were given a gift/purpose and my was to touch people through my writing. You might not like that or even see that but I know why I’m here. I’m here to help encourage others. Maybe you need to seek why you write music. Only you can determine your purpose.
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