To those whom it may concern,
Many often wonder upon my age and I often get asked because of my possible abilities to write poetry. I began writing back in 2003, when I was thirteen and I had still had not learned how to write poetry. My family believes it is a hidden talent, for my aunt possesses great talent as well, though never thought of showing it and sharing it with the public as I do.
As of now, the year 2005, I am only fifteen years old, and what I write in my poetry sometimes even reflects my life. Yes, I am willing to admit I am a bit emotional and depressional, and I might go through too much for my age, though I deal with it well and write through poetry, it is my life and way of expressing things when I need to. Without poetry existing, nor writing, I have no clue what I would do, since it is a part of me. Without it... I feel like I could not survive at times.
Oh, my dear guardian angel,
Hold me close and tight,
Save me from the night,
Before I begin to fade away,
Take a deep breath, take another step forward,
Let yourself relax, get carried away in the wind.
Feel freedom surrounding you with open arms,
Taking you in, helping to greatly encourage.
Winter...a season of freezing and despair,
Frozen flakes or a chill is always in the air.
Heavy jackets, gloves, hats, and shovels,
A season rarely used in writer's novels.
I am about to give in,
Let myself fall into darkness.
Though I try to hold on.
With strength and deep hope.