Before I had the language
to understand and articulate,
I just had the feeling.
I was twelve,
sitting in my sixth-grade classroom,
looking down at what I had written.
These words seem to have come out of nowhere,
I looked around the room
and realized no one could tell
how I was feeling.
I didn't know anything about poetry
and yet, I had written a poem.
It was about how life is like a game
and you just have to go along
with the surprises you encounter.
I read the poem over and over again,
amazed I was capable of writing something so quickly.
Now I have the language,
to share and articulate
what I was feeling.
When I know I've written something
good that's worth sharing,
I experience that feeling.
My stomach fills with butterflies,
the hair on my arm stands straight up.
I'm reminded why I love writing
and why I must take the ideas that come to me
to express what I'm feeling.
Life is like a game
everywhere you look is a surprise.
I didn't know when I wrote these words
what I was feeling
or that I would become a writer.
I just knew when those two lines popped into my brain,
I had to write them down as quickly as I could,
before they could escape.
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