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What Am I?


Step... Step... Step...

Look now! What Have We Here?

By God, it's a Turtle! Taking her First Steps!

Shyly, Hesitantly, and on Wobbly Legs

Could You Ever Believe She Could Step Out of Her Shell

At Long Last?

 

"H... H... Hi..."

Look now! What Have We Here?

By God, it's that Turtle, Speaking her First Words

Stuttering, Quietly, and with Shaky Voice

Could You Ever Believe She Could Poke Out of Her Shell

And Speak Out?

 

"La... La... La..."

Look now! What Have We Here?

By God, it's that Turtle, Singing her First Notes

Bravely, Gently, and with Careful Notes

Could You Ever Believe She Could Stand By Her Own Will

And Sing Wonders?

 

"Leave Me Alone..."

Look now, What Have We Here?

By God, it's that Turtle, Tortured by Nightmares

Trembling, Crying, Scared of her Laptop

Could You Ever Believe She Would Befriend Pure Strangers

And Stay Lonely

 

"I... Found You..."

Look now! What Have We Here?

By God, it's that Turtle, Making a New Friend

Awkward, Friendly, and Cute Scruffy Hair

Could You Ever Believe He Would Become Her First Love

And Save Her?

 

"I'm Not Afraid"

Look Now! What Have We Here?

By God, it's that Turtle, Standing Here Today

Broken, Scarring, but Battle is Won

Could You Ever Believe She Could Face Depression's Curse

And Choose Life?

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Awkward Turtle

I'm currently a Freshmen in College and am pursuing Musical Therapy as my long term goal in Life. I battled Depression through my Sophomore Year into the end of my Junior year of High School, and finally overcame it and am living my life discovering new ways to battle my Anxiety in positive ways and learning new ways to Love Myself for who I am. I have Chromo Synesthesia, meaning I associate colors to Music, Letters, and Numbers. The world around me is so Different from the way everybody else experiences it, and I never started writing Poetry until this past May, when I discovered it being a new Outlet for my Anxiety. I'm hoping if all else fails in my Life, these first hand experienced emotions and stories I tell in my poetry will impact someone's life and give them Hope for the Brighter Future they have ahead in their Life.

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