My First Time

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

So hurt

So empty

So lost.

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.

Stay tough.

Not show any emotion.

Imagine that;

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.

This poem is about: 
My family


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