How I Learned Poetry

I learned to write when I was little
Tracing letters over and over until they were ingrained in my fingers
But it wasn't until the 4th grade that I learned to create writing
It was short and stunted at first
My muse and I were learning to duet, but
Here I stand
And here I write
With my sacred pen.

Later I had an epiphany.
It wasn't quick, like so many things yearn to be
It built over years and weeks and months and days
To shower me with its eternal truth
I felt so much.

This was like throwing a baseball through a neighbors window
Seeing it in slow motion.
It was the shock and awe of watching the glass shatter
And the secret joy of hearing the sound.

This poem is about: 
Me

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