For I write for comfort,
An outlet.
I write for you, the reader,
To help clear your head.
This may become a distraction for you
And/or become a pleasure,
But I just seek you out to let you know
You're not alone.
For if you find relations and truth
In my printed words.....
Than we will never leave.
We will always grasp your shoulder.
Here to your beckoning,
For the poems you are about to read are here
To relieve the feelings of being an outcast,
With no understanding
Of your present or your past.
The pages and I are friends
To you with all your faults.
We do not judge,
Just here to help you
make it to the future.
Our love has no halt.
YOU ARE READING
Chevron Notebook
PoetryA composition of personal poems from a mind of a teenager searching for relation, happiness, and mental stability through her day to day struggles. Writing in hopes that when you read you can find some relation to her writing so you know you're not...
