Just Breathe

As a kid, I always struggled writing poetry. I understood that feelings had to go into poetry and I always tried writing about things other people did. I wrote about love (I was a little girl that's version of "love" was having a "relationship" with a boy who didn't know my middle name). I tried writing about sad things (at this point, the saddest thing I could think of was my ice cream falling on the ground). To put it short, I wasn't good at portraying emotion. As I got older, I felt more. I felt the things I wastrying to write about so long ago and now that I've felt them, I can finally get emotion into my poetry. It's become personal. It feels. And I would take anything to go back to that little girl who didn't know what it's like to feel because it's so much easier, but now I know, just breathe, it gets worse.

I cried while writing a couple of these and I know that you probably won't but these all bring out nerve-wracking parts of my life so you know, enjoy looking at parts of my soul that I would rather walk around naked for a week than share these with anyone I know.