It began when I was 8

Haikus, ABABs, acrostics

It came

It develeoped

And it's magic still provides

Poetry grew up with me

Friends came and went

The good times faded

But a pen was still a pen

The way it channeled my mind to paper was my catharsis

Poetry transformed

The words forgotten and the lonely imagination

Into prideful art

Expressions of myself became tangible

How to be me, safetly

A lesson to last forever.