Overdue

This is the last poem I wrote in Writer's Workshop. Enjoy

Ode to Writer's Workshop 5th Block 2010

Here I thought,
What am I doing,
this isn't me
I'm not that girl
who writes poetry

But it's like a compulsion
I can't stop this motion
of my hand as it
dances across the page

It must've been your words
that inspired me
filled me up
and let me be
whatever I decided
and I really haven't minded

Here, I broke out of my shell,
I figured, "what the hell?"
and just wrote
whatever I felt

Here, I learned to
tie words together in rhymes
that were so sublime
I learned to paint pictures in the air
and share them without a care
in the world

Here, I became an artist
a performer, a writer
a poet
a friend

Here, I learned that
I have the strength
to reinvent myself,
breaking free of all the
cried and ties and lies
and just
fly

Here, I learned that
sometimes, all we
need is someone to listen
and care about what
we have to say

And here, I found
that willing ear

Here, I found a little bit of home
And here, I leave a little bit of heart