Simple poem praising why I'm happy when writing poetry and how it got me started on my writing journey.
How long has it been, old friend?
How many years since you've
allowed me to play and sing
whatever is on my heart and mind?
It never mattered if I sung
eloquence and beauty, or if
I screamed by scribbling unhinged thoughts
onto innocent paper – Whatever I did with you,
you helped me find a passion for the pen –