In 11th grade, we were given an assignment to write a poem. I wrote "The Spirit." It opened up a whole new form of communication for me. A once quiet, shy girl from a small town - poetry was a way of releasing what was inside of me. These poems are an opened chamber, of my heart.
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Alone
I came here.
I positioned myself way
out here in the dark
without light's rays.
And I feel secure
under this tree.
Small, and leafless.
It is me.
And people pass me
and see me not.
I'm withering, alone.
I will rot.
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