Writing in free verse is fun because it's much easier to express yourself when you don't have to wrack your brain trying to find rhyming words or making sure all your lines have the same amount of syllables etc. Plus they feel more personal.
But at the same time, GOD DO I LOVE RHYMING-
Anyway, enjoy~
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At 8 years old, I was handed a canvas I saw the paint and brushes around me I picked up one brush and dipped it in my favorite color And gave life to the white space. Applause, everyone loved my work! "Good job! Excellent! Keep it up!" This praise, this pride Became the definition of myself.
As I grew, the canvas grew with me I picked up more brushes, used more colors Giving life once more. "You can do it! We believe in you!" Praise, pride Me.
The canvas gets bigger and bigger It's bigger than me now! I reach for the brushes The brushes! Where are they? The paint! Who took them? What do I do now? I collect wood and make my own brushes I gather oil and make my own paint. But the canvas is so big! I can't reach the top! I stand on my tiptoes But it is not enough I stretch my arms up until they hurt But it is not enough I am not enough.
I start to cry, what else can I do? The praise, the pride, I can't lose them! They are me, I am them I can't lose myself!
My sister runs toward me and picks me up Until my fingers finally reach the top I frantically start to paint again Giving life to the white space once more. The praise, the pride, I feel them coming back And I find myself again.
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