To Grow
The answer to this age old question
seems to be everchanging for me
When I was small and niave
I wrote about the boys I was to shy to speak with,
yet adored with every inch of my 4 foot frame
about Cormacs glowing blue puddle eyes
about Tims kind smile, and sweet face.
But as I grew times got tough
dad lost his job
grandma got sicked
then died..
Then I wrote to cope
to Survive
But eventually as the pendulum that is my life
began to swing back upwards
I wrote to remeber
the milestones and the joyful times
the first kisses
the family friends brothers and sisses
My Writing was like photographs
it captured a day a moment in time.
As I continue to grow older, braver
I realize that My words are strong
they dont need to be hidden
in diaries with locks and keys
in torn notebooks stashed under my matress
My words have more power then I know
I realize that the more I write
the more I grow.