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.