The Fire Ignited By Your Words...

At age 12 I was introduced to you 
Produced by the school to cover the curriculum required by you. 
I found you and fell in love with you. 
I use you to reach untouched feelings that only the pen could pour out of me.
By age 15 I lost you. The love turned into hate; confusion as to why I was stuck with a pen, paper, and some words instead of a pencil a sketch book , and some cute little animated birds. So I neglected you. which left me fighting emotions that I couldn't verbalize cause all I ever really knew how to do was synchronize my pen with that paper to formulate my pain happiness and frustration. 
So I hit a lot of road bumps and one bump  just so happened to lead me right back to you. 
Age 19 we reunited and you saved my life. Taught me the importance of embracing your craft. Taught me how to follow your own path. 
After 4 years of neglect I couldn't help but Mull over the fact I let years go by without acknowledging the one thing that allowed me to be free no matter the circumstance. The disservice I created ate me up, but because true love never dies. We rekindled an old flame and turned it into something better.....
What is art without words, what is words without art? 
What is Briana without poetry?