When I was younger, I recieved a guitar for christmas.
It sat in my room for a while collectig dust.
One day I felt inclined to pick it and strum those particles away.
I didn't want to start with scales or practice other peoples songs.
I wanted to write my own material.
I wrote a song and showed my favorite teacher.
I am so glad I did.
She was so encouraging.
Thats where it all started.
Many heartbeats and lack of beats later,
I came to the realization that it wasn't something I could never let go.
It was my only way of expressing my emotions.
The problem was that my writers block had got to me in my music.
That is when I started poetry.
Music with out music.
Now that's something I can get used to.