Six Grade Science
Six grade science, torture, boring
Six grade science, one hour of nothing
Not nothing, everything
Six grade science
A pencil, some paper
I began to draw
First it was dragons, then scary creatures
Soon I was not just drawing...
I was writing
It started with fairies
I would write stories,
Creating whole species and cultures
And little fairies with names and lives
There was romance and betrayal
I would write and I would draw what I wrote
I loved writing
I wrote countless stories
I never finished a single one,
But I remember every plot and every character
And then I discovered poetry,
I had always known about rhyming and verses
But I could never find the words
And now I know that rhyming doesn't matter
All that mattered was the words
I had to work a little to make the rhythm work
But now I could really write
I am a writer
I love stories and characters
But chills run down my spine when I write poetry
I was able to pour my heart and soul
Into each and every poem that I wrote
I was able to talk to people
About things I had kept inside for years
Writing brought me back from the edge
Not just my beloved characters
But the poems that gave me hope
Hope that someone would listen to me
Because I was finally able to speak
What my heart was trying to say
And people listened to me
They hung onto every word
They were there for me
And they loved me
Because I could finally speak
I am me
I am a writer
I am a poet
I am me
Six grade science changed my life
I had no idea what career I wanted
The only thing I was good at was school
But I hated school
Because of six grade science
I discovered my true love
Writing