I have always been a writer, I was a published poet at age 13. It has been an outlet for me for as long as I can remember. For the longest time I stopped writing poetry, perhaps because I was always so intense for someone so young. Now that I am older, it is easier to write poems such as this one but still hard to read the poems of my youth, which are no less intense and heartfelt, but were looked at in shame and hidden in a notebook in my nightstand. I think it is high time I began writing them again. It is my hopes that something that could not be expressed is communicated.

My soul lay upon the floor in shatters
The pieces too small to pick up
Like puzzle pieces they litter the floor
Waiting to be put back where they belong
I look into the mirror only to see what is broken
The point of impact crushed beyond recognition
I stumble blindly in the dark
Looking for some kind of escape from this pain
Sweet release is only so far
But such a long ways away
I listen for your voice
But silence deafens me
I can see you, but you cannot see me
I am bound by chains in a self made prison
And you hold the key.