I Had to Try it

I think i was eight when i started to appreciate a new world that had monsters, and dragons, and dungeons. It was colorful when i felt colorless insightful when i felt blind there when i wasn't and me when i was gone. It was a world where i could slay evil in my times of peril and deceit. It was me. It was my everything. It was me. I found something there. That no one could believe. Somehow I managed to retrieve- something. I poured out my heart. And scribbled out my pain. I laughed at my humor. As I fought incredulous pain. I learned something about myself. I was someone with a name. I was someone who had worth. I was someone. I was me. The first poem was for a school assignment and when i was done with it I had to do more than just try it. I dove into the deep blue seas of the carribean, and slashed my way through the over grown weeds of Australia. I even went to the moon and back... in one. whole. day. I sank to the bottom of shimmering, glossy waters and watched happy guppies swim with their loving, guppy moms. I was brave and daring! Sharing my opinion with everyone. I was not emotionless, nor was I hollow. I was a sprouting tree with lovely, colorful birds nesting in my leaves. With squirrels scattering across my branches, worms hiding in my soil. I had life. In the end, I had to do more than just try it.