is Very Therapeutic for Me - By Melyssa Sprott
name is Melyssa Sprott. I was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
in 1979. I moved to Ohio in 1989 to flee an abusive childhood.
I find my inspiration usually through tragedy and pain. Writing
is very therapeutic for me--it helps me to vent.
knew how to deal with my painful past. Speaking to a counselor
never really made me feel any better. Destructive behavior
on the other hand, was perfect! You don't have to talk to
another living soul or feel like you'll be judged. It is so
simple and so easy. Writing poetry brought almost instant
relief. Seeing all my pain run from my pen to the paper felt
like some small justice being served. I spent 22 of my 24
years concealing my abusive childhood. It was 22 years of
needlessly torturing myself. I felt so alone. I wish I had
known sooner that all I really had to do was write it down
to get it out.
see that though everyone has their own issues in life, we
are never really alone. There is always someone out there
who "feels our pain" or who's pain we feel.
I have been writing poetry and short stories since before
junior high school. During high school I attended college
bound English, Song and Poetry courses. Over the course of
my life, I have written three poetry books. The first two
were during junior high and high school. I thought they lacked
artistic maturity and I destroyed them, an act I greatly regret.
to publish the third book, "Descent into the Dark".
It is a poetic journal of my downward spiral into depression,
hatred, the lust for death and eventually vengeance.
two more books on the way, one is a small collection of short
and suspenseful stories and the other is a follow-up to Descent
into the Dark.
advise anyone who may be contemplating publishing their
own book to absolutely go for it. If
I can do it, so can you! The process is well worth it.
here for ordering information about my book, "Descent
into the Dark". Signed copies are available through
my website www.descentintothedark.com.
believe that a writer or a poet's greatest accomplishment
is to stir some emotion in the reader. Any emotion--good
or bad. When you have made someone really feel something,
you have made a difference.
your experiences through your pen can change someone's life.
Maybe even save someone's life. They can feel so alone and
they feel they have no reason to live; no one understands.
All it might take to turn that around is one person saying,
"Hey, I understand.".
came not when I read the words of another, but when someone
read my words and could relate. I thought, "Wow, I'm
really not alone." That drives me to write. Just to think
that I might reach some poor hurting soul in their darkest
hour and let them know that they have survived this far in
their life and they can continue to do so brings me to my
pen. "Survivors are survivors for a reason."
I am a mommy of three wonderful young sons. I love helping
them create finger painted masterpieces and camping in pillow
forts in my living room with them. I also enjoy re-writing
nursery rhymes and fairy tales so that my sons' names are
said throughout the rhymes. That makes them giggle. And that
makes me happy.
I am a Senior Member and Moderator at VoicesNet. I can usually
be found haunting the Darker Forums as that is generally the
style I write in.
I am also
one of two Managing Editors for this wonderful Literary Journal.
VoicesNet really is an excellent community of talented writer's
and friends. I have never witnessed a warmer or more open
online community. You just can't help but fit in there.
to spend many years with the wonderful VoicesNet family and
to become a successful author.
Here are a few selected poems from my book, Descent into the
House That I Never Grew Up In - by Melyssa Sprott
was no playing, no games to win.
For, this is the house I never grew up in.
was no peeking to see what Santa brought.
And there are a thousand fights that have yet to be fought.
of hide-and-seek to win,
no playing in the rain, or any sleeping in.
being washed, or any floors to mop.
No dates at the door, or any friends to stop.
the house, but no memories I fear.
There is no joyno family lives here.
no crying, no laughter within.
For, this is the house that I never grew up in.
You - by Melyssa Sprott
When I was all alone,
You still were there.
Although I hated myself,
You had still cared.
wanted to leave,
You gave me the strength to stay.
When I was comforted by my sorrow,
You showed me another way.
You gave me back my sight.
When I had longed for Death,
You showed me the Light.