A Poet's Journey


Pen touches paper

Ink touches sheets

The marks on my skin

Are the words you can read

I let it all go

I stop and unwind

For a girl who gets bullied

My escape was to write

I wrote about friends

Both real and not

I wrote about boys

The ones I thought were hot

I’ve grown up since then

I’m better now

It took lots of work

But a poet learns how

Through the quotes of others

And memories of old

I’ll achieve my dreams

And let my poems unfold

They’ll fill up each page

Of my life’s storybook

I’ll look back someday

On the years that it took

To perfect all my poems

And write all these lines

It started from bullies

When I was just nine.


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