When I was a child,

I would scribble letters

To teach myself to do better.

When I was a teenager,

I jotted down lines

To tell myself I was still fine.

When I was young,

I would write through emotions

I thought were the end…

And for my dear life,

I gripped my pen.


As an adult,

I long for the days

When I would write, just to write,

To guide me through the haze

Of this thing we call time

As I still spend my days

Looking above,

Searching for a new,

Unforgettable, yet describable,



–Written by Sandy Heights

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