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My Journey to Becoming a Writer

Updated on June 25, 2013
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I started this journey through a gate as big as my wildest dreams

But as I took that first step the walls began to close in on me

At first I thought I was trapped because I didn’t see a way out

But upon inspecting the darkness I discovered a concealed route


Without any light at the end of this tunnel I experienced some hesitation

But without any alternatives I began to walk despite my reservations

I traveled for what seemed like an eternity in a path that led to nowhere

The walls were coated in slime and there was a putrid smell everywhere


When I could go no further I happened upon a ladder that only led down

I guess my destiny would have inevitably led me somewhere underground

I worked my way down the ladder rung by rung slowly and steady

But what happened next was completely unexpected and I was not ready


A flash of heat came through the ladder searing my hands causing me to let go

I was free falling at terminal velocity at that point my fate was unknown

I prepared myself for the impending doom when my body would hit the floor

But a fall to my death wasn’t in the cards; fate had something much worse in store


My fall was broken by branches with barbs that began to cleave my flesh

Thistle and thorns would save my life but the pain left me out of breath

I sat on a bed of my painful rescuers dazed and not knowing what to do

In all of my dreams I never expected this; my worst nightmare had come true


The only way out was to climb my way up, thankfully the ladder was still there

But the thistles and thorns would cut me to shreds, leaving my bones bare

My choices were bleak; I could stay down here and wait till I rotted away

Or climb through a labyrinth of thistle and thorn and maybe live to see another day


I thought and I thought trying to decide which would be a worse fate

Since staying here was not an option, I climbed my way through Hell’s gate

I climbed up the ladder and every step led me to excruciating pain

I thought for sure if I had to endure more it would drive me completely insane


Fueled with a determination that was three parts madness and one part a will to live

I climbed and I climbed each rung of the ladder thinking I had no more to give

When I finally made it to the top I collapsed to the floor, still alive to my relief

But I knew my victory was short lived for I still was trapped in this monster’s teeth


There still wasn’t a way out so I had to go back the way I had come from before

I had to lean on those slimy walls because I couldn’t keep my feet steady on the floor

I was wobbly and woozy I thought for sure I was going to lose this fight

But the Gods had given me a blessing for the room was flooded with light


I found out two important things that day that would change my world forever more

I made it through the horrid ordeal scarred and traumatized like a soldier at war

I knew now with all my heart that I would live my life my life as a fighter

But I had also discovered that I had achieved my dream. I was now a writer

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      Christy Birmingham 4 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      Thistles and thorns - I can identify with your journey! Well done, I like the poem.

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      I tried to come up with an image that would really describe the kind of pain you feel when your work is rejected over and over again.

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      Ashish Joshi 4 years ago from India

      Really nice poem Philly...it must have been long back, the time you're talking about. As you ARE indeed a 'writer'.

      'Up', 'Beautiful' and Shared.

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      The journey is ongoing ashish I'm still facing my trials.

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      Ashish Joshi 4 years ago from India

      Trials, are a part and parcel of this journey called Life...and the winners never cease to learn.

      I hope you're planning for something 'BIG' then.

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      Montana Jim 4 years ago from Montana

      If you find yourself in a hole and want out.....

      The first thing you must do..is...STOP DIGGING...then... START CLIMBING!

      Keep Writing Brother!!!

      The Truth WILL set you FREE!

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      Cynthia B Turner 4 years ago from Georgia

      Very cool poem. Some journey, huh? "I climbed my way through Hell's gate." Love that. Voted up!

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      Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

      Beautiful soul searching poem.

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      Jo Alexis-Hagues 4 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

      That was some journey; beautifully written and very moving.

      You've pained such vivid images I can almost feel your pain and frustration. Voting up.

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      Thank you everyone. It's good to know I don't make this journey alone.

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      John Crowley 4 years ago from Sheffield

      Nice.

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      Thanks write your wrongs.

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      Joyce Haragsim 4 years ago from Southern Nevada

      You are are a good writer, this one I thought is sad and very good.

      Voted up and beautiful.

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      kjforce 4 years ago from Florida

      WOW..that was awesome..very creative..kinda made me reflect on how I started on my journey...nothing as bleak as yours..mine was out of frustration, for losing the ability to walk and I needed to get the pent up crap of " living with the quirks" of life that was bombarding me from physical to mental...UGH..I am now able to deal with it..laughing all the way, everyday...trials and tribulations make good writers !!!thumbs up....

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      Of course it was all a metaphor, I'm pretty sure anyone who faced such a trial would be dead, but I think its perfect to reflect all the trials we face as writers.

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      T.B Whitt 4 years ago from the Philly area

      Rejection is like falling, I can identify with this poem. We as writers all feel the pain of rejection of our work. The trick is to pull ourselves up and out like your poem says and then keep writing.

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      I agree. To go through this process and then climb back up really proves that you are willing to suffer for your art.

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      Chandryclaire 4 years ago

      Wow! What a horrid journey for you to finally realize your calling as a writer. Bravo to you.

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      Only by suffering can you truly learn the beauty of your art.

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      T.B Whitt 4 years ago from the Philly area

      This is so true

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      lifehealpraise 4 years ago from South Florida

      Congratulations! Yes you are a writer - with beautiful expression. I lived in the dark before seeing the light. Even now when it gets dark, faith stays true...to the light.

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      That's how it should be. Life is all about ups and downs, and if you give up hope you will never see the sun shine again.

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      Shining Irish Eyes 4 years ago from Upstate, New York

      Ahhhh - through great adversity comes great creativity. No one better to understand the emotions and battles better than someone who has fought the reaper and one. Glad you slapped the hell out of that monkey on your back. You should be so proud of what you have accomplished and I can so relate to writing as a way of healing and coping.

      Great job - oh, good job with the writing too! LOL

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      Thank You

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