As the summer ends

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Poems written to reflect and capture the summer.

The beach
This summer has been a time of great pain and great lessons.
I struggled for many days,
Barely keeping my head above the water,
Nearly drowning under the waves of the sea.
At times I thought I'd never step my feet on the sand,
But things rarely go as expected.

I'm still learning
In times of deep sorrow I must remind myself that I am still learning.
I am still learning how to be a person I cherish.
I am still learning the values I hold.
I am still learning how to love.
In my life, although uncertain, I am only just beginning to step down my path.

Poetry through the years
In my life poetry has been a witness of growth.
One day between the fall and summer I wrote poetry my in my sketchbook,
I slept with it under my pillow and wrote before my slumbers.
I keep that journal in my memory box and hold it close as it was the start of something that is a true passion of mine.
One night in December I decided to write another poem,
I figured it wouldn't be anything but a few days worth of work, but soon it grew.
It grew into my favorite part of the day.
It became a cathartic escape.
It became something others saw with me.
One day I took a test I'd soon learn I had failed, and as the test ended I realized I had no book so I read the dictionary.
Soon I had an idea, dictionary poetry.
It was a project I loved even when I didn't.
When my book was printed I felt sense of accomplishment, like I had something worthwhile.
I displayed my book, I stared at it, I loved it even when others laughed at my poems I felt deeply happy with my art.
After a number of months I began writing again, knowing this was what my heart wanted more than anything.

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