In the sixth grade my eyes were opened.

Poetry became a powerful and wonderful

form of expression.

It seemed to ooze out my brain

like warm, chocolate syrup.

I matured through broadening

my circle of compassion.

My words spoke for creatures

who could not speak for themselves.

I delved into issues that

most people never think twice about.

Exploring the creative capabilities

of my poetic mind

opened the door to a realm of impactful communication.

Poetry prevails in my life

as a reminder of 

the thoughts I cannot voice.