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Michele Delo

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

6 poems·Since January 2015

Hello, I'm a 25 year old student that is currently taking a semester off to collect necessary funds in order to continue college in the Fall of 2015. I am a graduate of Erie Community College in Williamsville, NY. I have worked at Tops (grocery store) for a little over 2 years. I took what I thought would be a short break from school after graduating High School, which then turned into a rather long break. I regret the time I have lost but I am also thankful for that time because it has given me a chance to grow and truly find myself and figure out what I want out of life. I have many interests and a few constant hobbies. I am passionate about creative writing, photography, and being healthy by means of proper nutrition and exercise. I plan on working towards a Bachelor's Degree in Nutrition and Dietetics in hopes of becoming a registered dietician. I am very interested in figuring out the right diet for certain health problems that may arise. I find myself giving others advice and offering my help in any way that I can and I believe having a career in dietetics would be really rewarding in many aspects of my life. I am often quiet and some say that I'm shy but it's really an internal battle I have fought for many years and some time soon, I hope to have victory. I may be someone of few verbal words but my mind is full of novels and wisdom beyond my years. I use poetry and other writing to let my inner personality out when I get the chance. My main goals in life are to be successful and have inner peace, knowing that I have accomplished great things and have made a difference in people's lives and in the world.

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For You

January 26, 2015

My existence is for me, for you
I'm sweet and discrete in everything I do
Wise and powerful on my own
But never shall I be alone

The wonderland inside me
Conservative and true
All I can be
Is everything in you

Guarded and sacred
For eyes of sincerity
Never an ounce of hatred
A being of rarity

Held in my embrace
The world against my face
The stars aligned above
Delivered from a dove

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