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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A Few Words
What is a word?
How powerful is it?
Can one move you?
Like the world love... It makes people cry.
The word hate
makes them scream.
The word hello
brings a smile.
Help sends
them running.
Please implies
begging.
And silence...
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