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In 8th grade I wrote a poem


In 8th grade I wrote a poem

Now I know that's a lame way to start

You probably don't care, 

and you shouldn't, except

it was a masterful piece of art

This poem was deep and chilling

and it held a special place in my heart 

I wrote of numbness and limbo and silence 

I wrote of broken clocks and lies and crime

It flowed so effortlessly through my pen 

It was written in 10 minutes time

This poem intrigued my classmates and gave my teacher chills

It won 2 contests and awe amongst strangers 

Giving my ego quite a fill

I cherished this poem quite deeply 

In a special folder it was kept

However, 

I discovered this June afternoon,

I knew not where the poem was left.

I wanted to present it for this scholarship 

for I truly believed it'd do well

But after scowering through files and digging up truths,

I experienced a mild personal hell. 

While it sounds absurd that the loss of a paper with some words

should leave me so distraught,

you must first understand that this mere "paper" expressed emotions I typically cannot.

The numbness and lies, entrance of forbidden doors

my statements an emotional whirl

No reader of the poem ever concluded that I was this supposed girl

Lying behind a zany mask,

I shuffled the hallways weighed down by despair,

My heart's numbess left its' existence forgotten

A cross I'd learned to bear. 

This poem spoke volumes and sung anthems

breaking down a forbidden door

It reminded me, that if I could live to tell my truth

Perhaps I could survive a day once more.

So why is this important you may ask? 

So you wrote a peom, congrats. 

For the past 36 lines, I'm sorry dear girl, 

You've given me nothing but useless facts. 

Well I suppose the answer is, it doesn't matter one bit

at least not to anyone but me

I'll just round it up here, with a final statement

a visual I want you to see.

In 7th grade, I wrote a suicide note,

evidence I wasn't sure how to cope

In 8th grade, I wrote a poem

and though it's lost, I lost with it not my sense of hope. 

 

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