-You're the Reason Why I...
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From a babe to a child, to a girl, to a...
"Woman".
My hand wrote more than any other kind
But then, cocky girl pointed out in disgust,
"You write too much."
My innocence passed it over as a light scolding-my cheeks aflush
Every child knows this-the harshness of wrong doing
Then, my hand stopped moving
Writing only what was
"neccessary".
Middle school; where youth faded and feelings outruled you
Had a knack for words-didn't know it was called
"poetry".
When I hurt-they roll off my tongue and slip into language on paper
Ink pen travels quickly on blank lined surface
Destroying perfect pale perfection
Strikethrough-I don't like that phrase
My situation was-
In a time of stolen kisses, unrequited love
Following depression and lies
My hand did harm to self body-pain was never enough
Couldn't fit in, never truly belonged
Acceptance in a world I wasn't meant for
Graduation-never said to them, my old friends; "Good bye, I'll see you soon!"
Seperation conlcluded that passageway
High school-enter my shy footsteps of a beginning
New life born with a vengeance
Ached to become alive, like a tree in the sky
First weeks were tough, cried home almost every night
Making friends on my own was rough-a test I couldn't pass
Fell in love with a sweet drunken kid, high as f-
Transformed into the face of a monster
Then, he left-heart ripped apart, we fought
The end brought me closer to black death
...
Second semester, cut my hair and turned into a fairy
No longer cared-felt quite extraordinary
Met a woman with nature green eyes, heart of gold and warm touch
Became stranger, teacher, then mother-I, her daughter
She saw me write, as expected from her student
Then she read with a genuine smile and sparkling eyes
As she discovered my raw burning talent and said,
"You touched my heart."
Smiling, I speechless, could only say,
"Thank you."
She made my day
Soon, she learned of my internal struggles
Confided in her, did I
She knew how to offer pieces of wisdom as she adviced,
"Don't quit writing-it will take you places."
My hand revived itself from sleep-began to move again, scribbling thoughts into poetry
And poetry into long detailed stories and original songs to sing
Taught me to breathe air as I experimented with emotions
Exploring new ideas-drama, voice and music
Leading to new friendships, gaining ultimate independence
Pathway of self acceptance and happiness
Allowed me to shine brighter than a goddess
Mother-
You're the Reason Why I...
Write.