"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood"--The line that signifies the startOf a poem only Mr. Frost couldAnd my budding love for the art.Writing soon found a place in my heartA way to show thoughts simple and grand,From reviewing chicken tacos a la carteTo who should control the Holy Land. Emotions are freed with flicks of the handTyping, penning, and jotting them down;Words are the key that pries emotions out Revealing thoughts that make up the frown.How I express myself isn't the same sinceI found a hobby that "made all the difference."