Pen hits paper

I can clearly remember

Seven years past

Focusing on the right track

Just ten years old

With a hopeful soul

Writing poetry became 

Inept to me

The way it flows

The way it's on the tip of your nose

The way you want to express

Through the silenced papyrus

Breaks the sound barrier

And brings the light

Flashback to starting out

Sitting on my couch

Writing lyrics genius for a ten year old

It made me feel proud

And never had a doubt

That the way I feel could be expressed so real

Through the cursive writing

And emotions binding