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First Words


It first began with

A realization that

Writing would become

A big part of me that embodied

My heart, mind, and soul 

 

 

Through the thick subjects

The one that created the most thrilling connection

With me was the one that created an outlet of expression 

That expresses life itself 

 

 

Even though I often

Struggle with the meaning

Of poetry like

A traveler struggling to

Find his way around a

New world, I never 

Gave in and succumbed to

Forever hopelessness

 

 

I sought and still seek

What the meaning of this

Victorian aged, intricate and

Abstract art is.

That is the fuel, strive,

And the sole reason for my writing

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