Young Poet, Trying To Spill Herself - Poem by Lorene Kinsey
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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