Once upon a time there was a girl name Me,
She had none a Friend and one less an Enemy,
She grew up in a place called Nowhere,
Where inspiration was not Anywhere,
She had a Family that did Nothing,
That She wish would do Something.
Every-night She would sit in a corner of Her room and pray,
For just one small Blessing, to come Her way,
Sometimes She even cried as She sat there and Prayed,
Neither a time, from Her Prayers, have She Strayed,
Time crept by and left Her Prayers unanswered,
But with effort, She knew they would be answered.
Meanwhile,She grabbed pen and paper to write Her thoughts down,
She placed them in a notebook and it followed Her around,
She felt sad, She wrote about it, She felt happy, She wrote about it,
Everything that She felt, She wrote about it,
Time went by and She began to lose Faith,
Her past coming back, like an Aching wraith.
Nearing the End of Her notebook She scrawled,
"Why Have You Left My Prayers Unanswered??" Her Faith stalled,
That night She dreamed of Herself writing, just nonstop writing,
Morning came, Her eyes fall upon the notebook, embraced in sunlight, so inviting
She began to read, She started to weep, She Begged for Forgiveness,
There in the words, resided Her Blessing, Hidden by Her own Absentmindedness.
So on the Last page, with a smile, She wrote "I AM a Poet."
And hopefully Her Faith will always remind Her of it.
The End.
She had none a Friend and one less an Enemy,
She grew up in a place called Nowhere,
Where inspiration was not Anywhere,
She had a Family that did Nothing,
That She wish would do Something.
Every-night She would sit in a corner of Her room and pray,
For just one small Blessing, to come Her way,
Sometimes She even cried as She sat there and Prayed,
Neither a time, from Her Prayers, have She Strayed,
Time crept by and left Her Prayers unanswered,
But with effort, She knew they would be answered.
Meanwhile,She grabbed pen and paper to write Her thoughts down,
She placed them in a notebook and it followed Her around,
She felt sad, She wrote about it, She felt happy, She wrote about it,
Everything that She felt, She wrote about it,
Time went by and She began to lose Faith,
Her past coming back, like an Aching wraith.
Nearing the End of Her notebook She scrawled,
"Why Have You Left My Prayers Unanswered??" Her Faith stalled,
That night She dreamed of Herself writing, just nonstop writing,
Morning came, Her eyes fall upon the notebook, embraced in sunlight, so inviting
She began to read, She started to weep, She Begged for Forgiveness,
There in the words, resided Her Blessing, Hidden by Her own Absentmindedness.
So on the Last page, with a smile, She wrote "I AM a Poet."
And hopefully Her Faith will always remind Her of it.
The End.
