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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The Cloud
It built.
For 12 minutes
it built.
It bubbled,
and boiled,
and stretched.
I wrote a poem,
14 lines long
and I looked up
to admire
the beauty
once again,
and it was
gone.
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