The First Time
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There was 14 years of life in a person, a girl, somehow a person
There was 14 years of breathing in the lungs, in and out, over and over
Putting pencil to paper, 14 years became 14 life times and
Breathing took 100 years
Love in the syllables and pain in the words, this was new
Something worth writing about
There was 14 years of carving an artist out of
Stone and broken chisels
Finding her in the
Pencil and paper
Hate in the letters and forgiveness in the punctuation
Poetry was something to give to
Poetry was the last 14 years of breathing
The last 14 years of a person, a girl, somehow a person
On a page
Learning to make sense