Published by MICHELINE JEAN LOUIS
I remember the first time I stumbled upon a poem written by Robert Frost, “Fire and Ice.” I was in the 5th grade. That's when my love affair with poetry began, and ever since then, my desire to paint with words, to give voice to feelings and emotions, has remained a constant burning passion. Writing saved my life; writing gave me a voice and allowed me to release the pain that was inside; writing helped me discover healing and self-love. I believe all of us are vessels that get to choose what we pour back into the world. And what we choose to share defines who we are. We are here having our human experience, through love and pain, and every action or inaction, is an empowering energy which fuels humanity. We’re all just fighting to be recognized—we want to know we are not alone in this maze. We want to feel like we belong. Our fear is that we are running out of time to exist, we are running out of time to matter, to be loved, to become something more, not just another grain of sand in the sea. We want to shine; we want history to remember us. We are constant in our search for a bit of luck and magic, anything to signify something special. We want the memory of us to be immortal even after our physical body has decayed—we want continual existence. We want meaning. We want to exist and matter now and tomorrow. I am a mother, a wife, a friend, and a writer! In my human experience, I choose to exist!
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Living the Human experience 
This has always been a word of interest to me. I think the most sincere people are the brutally honest folks most like to avoid. and in a linguistic sense, to be sincere is to see sin. I am not fond of the word sin, but I like to study the architecture of language.
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