I know now that once I longed to be a poet I wanted to write and do only that Yet I was to nervous to show my work
When I was growing up, writing was my life I wrote to just be me I wrote to show who I wanted to be I wrote just to write
When I was growing up, I was afraid Afraid of being laughed at Afraid of being teased Just plain out afraid But no longer
When I was growing up, poems helped me Helped me to express Express my feelings My thoughts And who I will become
When I was growing up, I wrote To image another world To give life to words that flew into my head To let the words fly across the page into something beautiful
When I was growing up, I longed to be a poet I loved to write my soul on to a page Now I write and let myself show
Arthela · Sat May 26, 2007 @ 02:31am · 0 Comments |