I used to love this

I walked into class today
We're finishing up our poetry unit
I talked to a really close classmate
And she made me remember why I do this

I read her poem
We both cried
But it wasn't about bullying
Or somebody died
She told me a story
Of an innocent babe
Who used to hide herself away
And suddenly her world was ripped apart
Her innocence crushed, and it hardened her heart
I never thought this would have been her
She's brave and strong and sweet and sure
I started writing to tell my story
And when I thought I was done, the rhymes got boring
Boring, and shallow, a lot less me
I'm not gonna brag about being so deep
But I miss what I could do with some words
I miss the way every line could hurt
I want to feel my words again
Like when my little red notebook was my best friend
Being able to be vulnerable
Being able to open up
Being able to do again
What I used to love

Reviews

[Night]

....you are not alone in this. In time, all great works are written....in the meantime, enjoy all that is created around you....down to the teeniest tiny things......=)

[Annabelle Lee]

Thank you :)

[Night]

You're welcome.....=)

[icelandicblue]

We await the muse, she is fickle but she can also hook up with fate and well...sometimes you have things to write about but you wish you didn't. May your muse come back carrying light and ribbons.

[Annabelle Lee]

Thank you!

[Baby Ricochet]

Everything in life comes and goes. Your muse will wake up

[Annabelle Lee]

Thanks, Baby R!