My Poetry'

I still remember the first time I picked up a pen and wrote a poem. I was just a child, barely eight years old, and the words flowed out of me like a river. It was as if I had finally found a way to express the thoughts and feelings that had been swirling inside me for so long.

As I grew older, my love for poetry only deepened. I devoured books of verse, mesmerized by the way words could be strung together to create beauty and meaning. I wrote constantly, filling journal after journal with my own attempts at poetry.

But as I entered my teenage years, something shifted. I began to feel self-conscious about my writing, as if it was somehow foolish or frivolous. I started to hide my poems away, afraid to share them with anyone.

It wasn't until I met my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson, that I began to see my poetry as a gift again. She encouraged me to share my work, to read it aloud in class, and to believe in the power of my own voice. With her support, I started to write with a newfound sense of freedom and joy.

As I entered adulthood, my poetry became a source of comfort and solace. During difficult times, I turned to my writing as a way to process my emotions and make sense of the world. And when I fell in love, my poetry became a way to express the depths of my feelings.

But it wasn't until I lost my mother that my poetry truly became a lifeline. Grief can be a lonely and isolating experience, but my writing helped me to connect with my mother's memory and to find a way forward. I wrote poem after poem, each one a tribute to the woman who had nurtured my love of words.

As I look back on my journey as a poet, I realize that my poetry has been a constant companion, a source of strength and inspiration. It has helped me to make sense of the world, to express my deepest feelings, and to connect with others on a profound level.

And so, I will continue to write, to pour my heart and soul onto the page. For in the end, it is not just about the words themselves, but about the connections they forge, the emotions they evoke, and the beauty they bring into our lives.

As I continue to write, I realize that my poetry is not just about me, but about the people and experiences that have shaped my life. It's about the love and loss, the joy and sorrow, and the moments that have made me who I am today. My poetry is a reflection of my journey, and I hope that it can inspire others to find their own voice and share their own stories.

Years from now, when I'm gone and my words are all that remain, I hope that my poetry will be a testament to the power of language and the human spirit. I hope that it will bring comfort to those who are grieving, hope to those who are struggling, and joy to those who are celebrating. And most of all, I hope that it will remind people that they are not alone, that we are all connected through our shared experiences and emotions, and that our words have the power to touch hearts and change lives.

Two lies I tell myself each day,

To face the world and find my way.

The first: that I am strong and brave,

That I can handle whatever life may crave.

The second: that I am not alone,

That someone somewhere will call me home.