Journey Through Writing Moments of Pain

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Hi, this is Hafsa known as @1137xyz here. I've been writing for over three years now. For my block post, I'd like to share the journey and experience of writing my first poetry book Moments of Pain.

Never in my strangest dreams I must have thought about writing. After discovering and madly falling in love with Wattpad for over 5 months, something quipped my mind and one fine day I just sat with a pen and paper. It's really hard to believe but I ended up writing 54 lines in matter of 2 hours. It was as if my hands and mind were magically guided to do so. I posted the poem on the same day and received incredible response in few days. I went on to write the second poem, third and here I am today and there's no looking back! The book has achieved #7 rank in Poetry, 26k plus reads and moreover, loved by so many. Of course, without the support of some amazing people it wouldn't be possible.

The fact that the poems speak about illness, pain and emotions makes it different. The emotions expressed are too raw and deep. I never directly said the book is about me. But one can always read under the lines. The tone of the poems is mostly sad but this is what it is. I've received flak for it and some saying that I made them sad or put them to tears. I think something so natural and so obvious to any human should be spoken out. There are many who deny, hesitate or feel scared to talk about it. Honestly, what's there to not talk about it?

Speaking, accepting and embracing pain in the form of words is the best thing I did and Wattpad being the medium for it is the next best thing. I've received comments and messages from people that have made me happy on a bad day, that made me smile in bitter times. Moments of Pain was never written to gain sympathy or to make people sad. Rather I had people saying that reading the poems made them feel thankful to God and inspired to lead life. The best one was someone saying that I made her smile on a terrible night.

A lot of people think it helps to discuss or write about their pain. I feel the same, but only to a certain extent. When writing gets combined with creativity and people to share with, it works absolutely right for the person. It also depends on how one allows the writing to work for him, whether in his favour or against him. My therapy started when I shed off inhibitions, founded a platform, talked about taboo subjects, cried while writing some parts and smiled after sharing with the world!

Here's one of my poem from the series –

Ages ago I'd seeped into your body,

You were young, timid and innocent,

I started muddling with your health & vigour,

I began defabricating bits of your system.

I was happy in my own little world,

Yet I never imagined what future held in store for me,

I remember the memory when you oozed and bled,

A stream of blood flowed beneath my horrified eyes.

Ha ha ha, I remember that day little girl,

It was then I envisaged my existence in you,

I made you my abode, a shade to grow,

I engulfed your senses and convulsed you with agony.

My body and I played a lovely host to you,

I was confident you would say us goodbye soon,

Yet you behaved like those guests,

Uninvited and sticky like a glue.

You seemed determined, pretty well adjusting with me,

With the help of meds and prayers, you'd get rid of me?

One..two..

I jolted your spirit again, you were tipsy and giddy,

Tears trekked down your eye while I roared in laughter.

I managed to stand upright and bright,

Capsulating you in a corner, tight

You tried to stumble on my smiling face,

Sniffling, I rolled you back at your place.

Silly girl, let me bring you back from the clouds,

Let me inscribe my name on every inch of your body,

One..two..three..

I'll rock your head and shamble your nerves.

I silently weep and stare at sky,

I feel you every millisecond searing in me,

Contaminating my body and tainting my soul,

Till when are you going to test my patience?

I can't help but I'm inclined towards you,

So, here's another blow,

One..two..three..and four..

I'll struck like a bolt of lightning and fire your appetite,

Your stomach will burn day and night,

Now tell me how would you define me?

Dear pain,

I don't fear you, I don't hate you,

My lord has chosen me as your abode,

You've find your way in me, I'll let you satiate.

What all I have missed and what more I'm going to miss.

What my body was and what have you made it.

Numerous questions who will count?

But I desperately want to know, when will you go?

My teenage years loitered on prickling paths,

My macro level silence and micro level patience is smearing in air,

Please tell me when will you stop?

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