Finding My Hidden Talent

Fears between steps of the everyday walk of high school,

Trying to make stepping stones of new beginnings, but between my fear, dreams, and hope 

The wonders of a pen connected to a beautiful straight lined notebook, words began to flow and my worries and lonesome thoughts became new adventures on paper..

That glorious Friday poetry became a way to breath life into words and create effective power on paper just by a simple play on my advice, my dreams, my wonders, and my thoughts,

Poetry my sense of connection to the outside world without the mindset of a vocal pronunciation,

My life, my sense of creativity, and now the craving of my heart made into a passion,


My hidden talent  


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