At thirteen

Tue, 07/23/2013 - 14:33 -- eli_dee

At thirteen, I was

expressive in my depressive thoughts.

Pen and paper allow my words to take permance

where in my mind they remainded tangled knots


At thirteen, I discoverved

the meaning of being one self.

Pages and notebooks filled with black ink

the ability to dictate which feelings fit on the shelf.


At thirteen, I grew

with every line it became sublime.

It was that year that  poetry had saved my soul

filling my heart with love and internal rhyme.



I began writing poetry at a young age, when I needed an way  to express myself at a time where there was no one I could confide in.

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