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Poetry feels like the vast ocean for some 

Drowning in words that make no sense when put together 

When I was in 5th grade we were told to write a book of poetry 

I wonder what I look like 

I have only ever seen my smile in photographs and reflections 

I have never seen the way my smile beams

like my friends say it does 

Fall broke my heart 

Yet I still come back to it 

It loved me 

Until I was 14 

Then fall yelled at me to grow up

That I was too old to enjoy the candy 

Or the costumes 

What was once bellowing in silence 

Is now screeching in gas 

The trees I once knew 

have turned to ash 

And the birds that once talked 

Have no words left to say

I don’t think we were supposed to ever meet 

It was never meant to work 

You are something different than everything I have loved before 

I love the smell of the forest 

And baking 

The look of doubt on the faces of people I thought I knew 

Trying to push me off the ladder of success 

For my hands have chalk 

making my grip untouchable

This ladder is made of led