City of Roses
(big hugggsssssss) The beginning to what got me started writing poetry is a sad story. It basically started with severe depression which I had all the way from age 8 to age 13. I almost committed suicide when I was 12 years old because i felt there was no release; the school-kids abused me, my father at the time neglected me, and I had a rare disease called Asperger's Syndrome which affected my social and people skills and made me isolated.
Anyway, after I got homeschooled during middle school years, my mom and dad looked into a special school to provide my unique needs. That school was Denver Academy. I went all four years there in high school, and I was ever so shy and taciturn. That would all change once I became a sophomore.
My sophomore English and Literature teacher was named Philippe Ernewein, who is still a friend I talk to every now and then. One January day when I felt sad and had a bad day, he came up to me and said "What's wrong, can I help you?". Slowly I got into the pain that was deep in my heart and I told him so much and then he told me "i think I know just the thing that can help. Write it out, Noah!". Then he told me his life story, about how he grew up in Belgium, his father dying of alcohol overdose and living only with his mom and siblings. He said he loved watching western gunslinger shows, especially The Lone Ranger. he said to his mom, "Mommy, are we really going to America to meet them? Are we? Are we? Are We?". And his mom promised him yes and when my teacher was 8, he moved to Virginia. Just like me, he got bullied by school kids, only because he could barely speak any English at all. He went to school on a very small school bust, he remembers, and also finally he learned English eventually and started to earn respect. Yet, he told me, he was still troubled. He didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. So when he got up to my age, he became a local disc jockey and that is actually the same time Dave Matthews was becoming popular in Virginia. (As a matter of fact, you won't believe this, but dave Matthews met him one evening and performed a few songs for my teacher in the backyard of his hometown including "Satellite" I am absolutely not kidding! They even asked him if he wanted to be a roadie, but he declined, saying he wishes to teach).
Finally, in inspiring him to start writing, my teacher, when he was 22, taught at a university in Louisiana. After a while, he said he got exhausted and wanted to find a place "far away from civilization". This place he went to was Chaco Canyon in New Mexico, a beautiful canyon which I actually visited with him two years ago, and there, he became a park ranger and eventually befriended all the Native American Indians there. Then one day, a person there shared the sunrise over the canyon with him. He said that day the sunset inspired him so much he began to write what he felt, and ever since poetry has been his gift.
So then, he deeply touched my heart and I wrote something called "An April Without Rain" about my tears. he said it was marvelous and told me I have to keep writing and let everyone know how I feel and replace the sadness with the beauty of life, which I have already soaked up much of, yay! That day was February 2, 2000 when I got my first poem out there. A little more than 10 months later would be when I first discovered Passions!
All my old poems used to be so sad and depressing, and I only share a few of them, while since I have known Joanna, my poems have turned into happy ones of love and bluebirds and unicorns and pretty things! That is my story of how I started writing!
Your story was so very touching, sweet friend, God Bless You, you are a special friend to us all who writes with such love!
"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."