A Story of Me
My book now has handles
For all of you to see
My world as I once knew it
Composed and held within
I only wish that you
Will understand my words
For when the pen touches paper
A whole new world begins
My words are my memories
Forever here to touch.
I hold my hand out
Waiting for a catch
Whisper to my soul
The words you cannot grasp
I'm not the easiest to understand
I push away in times of need.
I only want to be left alone.
In my world,
Once was I free
Of worries and of sin.
The youngest one of three
I am the flower in the pot
Among the field of life.
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