Fourth Grade
I had nothing to say
unsure of myself
but no longer today
the teacher stood up 
and wrote down a word
"poetry"
My mind was stirred
Thousands of types
Infinite words

Sitting down
Blank paper in front of me
I capture my memories
My head full of glee
I wrote poems of sadness
poems of joy
poems of madness
and poems of misery

One day I sat
and wrote every single word
My mind and heart together
created something absurd
a poem revealing 
my buried truths
though it was appealing 
I found myself in awe

In awe that I could 
write something so cryptic
yet so compelling
my mind was elliptic
I write to release
and I write to let go
I also write to please
to please my love
to please my life
to please my teachers
but more importantly..
to please my soul