The day I discovered I was born to write
was the day it was ripped from me.
The hateful critiques of idiocies
spurred a dark emptiness through me.
Someone had punched a hole through my heart
and left me out to die.
I lashed out at my family and friends
and for days I didn't know why.
Because when my dream was taken from me,
so were my thoughts and words.
And a writer is not a writer
if their thoughts and words go unheard.
The day I discovered I was born to write,
I set myself apart.
For a writer is not a writer
if their words don't come from their heart.
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Author:
Christina K (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects the days I realized I had a passion for writing. I had submitted a story to my teacher which I thought was amazing, but she graded me very poorly and gave me no real reason why, which absolutely enraged me.
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Comments3
Your poem is very good! I had a similiar incident. Just keep writing! 🙂
I've had teachers do that to me to, pissed me off at the time. Great write
I can relate to this coz my teacher was a very biased lady so I just couldn't let her discourage me. I say your poem is wonderful and sweetly personal and I enjoyed the rhyming parts. Thumbs up and keep writing.
Pls do comment out my latest poem too. I'm a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and readers enjoyed it elsewhere until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.
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