Young Poet, Trying To Spill Herself Poem by Lorene Kinsey

Young Poet, Trying To Spill Herself



Young poet, trying to spill herself
Onto paper—that was me so
Many years ago, staggering through
The overwhelming thoughts and
Emotions of a teenage girl.
It was as though the world
Had borrowed my shoulders
And now looking back
I see how small my troubles were.
I thought that just one more struggle
Would be the end of me,
But God only loaded me down
With what I could handle, no more,
Challenged me to face a world
That I cannot control and through
My teachers and love, taught
Me to manage the burdens.
I did not bow away from this,
Did not give up or walk away,
But instead stepped forth to conquer
As I was not made to bow
In defeat at a challenge,
Instead, I rose and fell,
Then rose again, challenging.
And took my lessons
one by one to learn from
My successes and failures.

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