My Essence

My favorite place on earth besides my bed
The bookstore
My beeline is sharp and sure
Heading undeviating to my destination; Where I always end up anyways
Poetry
In big bold white letters, on the black board hanging from the ceiling
206, -Poetry
-Drama history
  -Music
But poetry is what I'm here for
This is my place
I find solace in the way these authors spin their webs
Of
Words
To express themselves in ways only poetry can
In ways I wish I could

I read
Read
And read some more
Wolfing it down like a starved pup
And I notice...
Each book has something the author poured in of themselves
Some of their essence
Something that has happened to them
Something that has shaped them into who they are today
Something that had caused hurt, anger, and scared
But they lived
They got through it
And now they pass on their experience through their poetry

I have not had the hurt, anger, or scared they have
I have not been through what they've been through
I have not seen what they have seen
But in a way
I have
I have had my own hurt and anger and scared
I have my own stories to share and my own inspirations

So yes, maybe my stories aren't as big or life changing as theirs
But they're mine and that makes them important
Because I am important
Just like everyone else is important
And I will spin my own webs
I'm spinning one right now
I hope you liked it
I put my essence in just like them, and I hope you felt it