I remember when I wrote my first poem.
I was 8 years old.
I had just processed the loss of my father.
I had never before felt so alone
It felt like I never knew a part of me was missing until then.
There was no one for me to turn to.
At that point, I'd been raised to stay strong.
Not show any emotion.
An 8 year old feeling like she cant cry even though she lost her father.
So instead, I began to write.
I remember the words flowing out of me
While teardrops stained the pages.
That first night, I didn't sleep.
All I could do was write.
The next morning, I felt this wave of peace over me.
It felt like I had no more hurt inside of me
Because I'd left it all on those pages.
I felt less broken.
That was the first night I fell in love with poetry.
And my life has never been the same since.