Poetry came around at the time of a younger me.

One that was so happy, with a mind that was so free.

Poetry contests were springing about and teachers scurried

While each elementary student wrote poems in a hurry.

Weeks after the ordeal, I recieved a great shock: my scrap of a poem was published in a book.

It was said to be nicely structured while containing a nice hook.

Although a short story, it is the story of what came to arise

The love/hate relationship beween my poetry and I.