Once when I was young my mother told tale,            

 of a beautiful princess and her long blonde hair.

She had blue eyes and the softest skin,locks of curls and a personality within. As she was just a child her smile did grow, that girl was me but they'll never know;since heartbreak and pain,sadness and woetook over my life but I've now learned to grow.  I'm no longer a caterpillar for I have wings, the girl inside is now evolving.  With a pen and paper I write,releasing emotions and everything hiding inside. As I sit consumed with words and phrases, I release my inner child and dream of far off places. Without these thoughts I would not run such a distance toward the sun.  Writing is all I'll ever have without my pen and paperI would live a life so sad. Without these words flowing within me,I would not have the beauty of poetry.  I sit and relish such a wonderful thing,with my pen and paper I know I AM capable of anything.