When I was 16 years old, in 1990, I won a poetry contest, lets consider this an essay too, I was so proud, and my JW elder dad, and pioneer mother thought I had mental problems because of it...yet my mom read it recently and apologogized for never encouraging me to keep up with writing...its ok Mom!
"The Expression"
Allay the harshness in the expression
There is extremity in this place, please move
A jovial practice is what is favorable, yet the
practice is distorted and twisted
We yell, we yell, we yell
But not even one exclusive person hears us
What a shame a voice says
But everyone is bound by their own injury
Shall we disunite and go our distant ways?
No! Treasure your life and your race before you!
Grope for endurance, reach for vitality
And you will have the right expression
I have posted this before, but I do not mind posting again...this passage brings back alot of memories for when I wrote obsessively to escape the JW world.
Nikki