I was just ten, when words took flight,

A poet’s journey, in the dead of night.

With paper and pen, my heart would soar,

Unleashing emotions, I couldn’t ignore.

On paper I poured my tears.

In rhymes and verses, my thoughts would flow,

A young poet’s soul, eager to grow.

Through scribbled lines, I found my voice,

A newfound passion, my heart’s true choice.

With each stanza, a story would unfold,

Of dreams and hopes, untold and bold.

Of secrets i buried from my past,

you became my sanctuary, my escape,

A world where words danced, in graceful shape.

From humble beginnings, my journey began,

A tender age, where imagination ran.

Through poetry’s embrace, I found my place,

A sanctuary of words, where I could embrace.

So, I reflect on that time, so long ago,

When the seeds of poetry began to sow.

And now I stand, with pen in hand,

Grateful for the journey, where it all began.