Start of a Story
Location
Netherlands
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When poetry found me,
I was just in the seventh grade,
My teacher droaned on,
About different formats,
And styles,
And then free verse found me.
I grabbed a pen,
Snatched a notebook,
And wrote until my fingers cramped.
I wrote about love,
And death,
And humans mourning,
Begging for their loved ones,
To return to them.
Poetry to me,
Is a way to vent,
To tell the world,
About my broken mind.
Writing fixes me,
Picks up the pieces,
One step closer,
To a somwhat,
Stable mind.
This poem is about:
Me