Elementary Solace

 

paper listens with

out judgement no day comes when

ink prints the page who

 

soaks up tears naked questions 

will never tell 3rd 

grade harvest time my ripened

 

rhymes fed published eyes

one of the very few times 

school had it right the

 

kindling of me dreaming what

I write first spark to

a celebrated fire

This poem is about: 
Me

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