Once again
I read your words.
Lines of words.
I can't find myself
Within your lines.
But (if I squint)
I can begin to see
What I wished to be.
Saturday, July 1, 2017
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I began writing poems in third grade. During adolescence I wrote the bulk of my words. Expressing that urge to be understood or maybe trying to understand my own feelings. I haven't written much in the past 15 years, but I need to thank my HS English teacher for continuing as long as I did. Thanks Mr. Jim Springer!
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