In English Class..

Laid out my word choice so I may piece together

a simple verse that sounds oh so clever.

Back then, there was a girl who had no spiritual voice,

who could not express herself by willingness or by choice.

She used to write and wish that even one song lyric

would make a difference in some other’s life, if only a little bit.

She would feel like a pest, a bother, all-around nuisance,

until she discovered poetry, or “songs without music.”

Her Papermate blue pen and notebook began an innocent affair

that soon became torrid with the increased words she would share.

She would often rhyme without refrain

in couplets, tercets, even a quatrain.

Whether the poem be closed or open,

the heart that beat inside her was no longer broken.

Instead, a sense of peace had been formulated deeply

and she finally gave birth to love that she cherished so sweetly.

On the two decade journey to  figure out her life’s purpose,

She says, “I remember a time that I didn’t think that I was even worth it.”

Her doubt and despair withered away farther and farther.

“How do you feel now?” people asked. She responded, “Just ask the author.