Love for Poems
Poetry will always be my first love,
No matter how great I become in math, science, history,
There is always a place in my heart for the art of words,
Words on paper allows me to envision a world beyond the pages,
Where I am not a “failure,”
Where I never disappoint,
And always perform,
Before I had no friends,
No smiles,
No joy,
Writing gave me identity,
Poetry lives vicariously through me,
For that I am perpetually grateful.
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