when i little i remember the first book

that i ever could read by myself

 

and i remember a spark that lit up my world

as i discovered new ones

 

 

when i was eight i wrote down stories

in a black and white notebook

mouthing the words that twisted into something

that was strange and wonderful

 

when i was eleven i wrote my first poem

and traced each inky letter with my fingertip

 

and when i was fourteen i wrote my first book

putting my name fearlessly under the title

 

~how a writer is born

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