Her Words

Not so long ago

Mountains arose, and her little

Blue Eyes watched as her world,

One she had learned to adore, was

Destroyed

Not so long ago, her small

hands found the page

And her feelings scattered

Chaos turned to art

As she wrote who she was

Metaphors and fancy words

scattered in her notebook

The praise, the attention

Others finally felt her effort

Not so long ago,

she was labeled a poet

Her future felt clear

The chaos felt no longer near

Its memory held in words

She saw art in her fear

This girl is now

Mature

Deemed responsible, an old soul

Her chaos follows her

They read her words and know her story

Know who she is

A new identity on paper

But she is not her words