Starting from middle school,
With petty journal entries
Just to keep some days in my memories.
I filled a journal with a key, bent.
The book didn't fill my hearts content.
I carried on the feeling in high school
with my interest,
I put poetry to the test.
With fantasy and reality,
I weaved the words into something lively.
From the emotions and feelings of every day
With a learning and passionate heart
With words I can also create art
To the reader, for you
A friend that will listen when you come too
Every day I only wish to improve
To send out warmth, understanding, and hope;
You are not alone when you need to cope.
I started writing for myself and soon for you too.
One day, that you'll know you'll get through.