Poetry: My First Love

I wrote my first poem when I was nine,

Super cliche, but in my young eyes it was divine,

I knew this was some type of passion,

As long as I gave it my all in every line.

 

Getting older my words became life,

Some cut deeper than a knife,

I knew I had a talent and a gift,

I grew closer to God and released this strife.

 

I realized that poetry is power,

The voices in my head got louder,

My conscious made poems without my help,

Education was the key and it started to devour.

 

Why was I exposed to this gift?

Should I use it to overpower or uplift?

The words are similar to an earthquake

Either good or bad it will still make a shift.

 

My brain starts jumping when I hear a poet

This was my first love, but you should already know it,

Without this I wouldn't realize the beauty of life,

For these words have meaning and by the words I will show it.

This poem is about: 
Me
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