Poetry Soup Impression

I came to find freedom, I came to be understood, I came to be me. In a world where I’m always going to be the “black sheep” Seeking out “poetry soup” was no easy task, But I found “Little Boer Pete”. Or did she find me? I’m not the greatest poet on this site, But I might have something I didn’t have before. Honesty! Because honestly I wanted my voice to be heard. And in this little world you have brothers and sisters, Mothers and fathers, Who have that one common connection. Our heart and blood flows through these notebooks, keyboard, and pens. Can’t wait to log in, So I can be “one” with them again. To get a comment from Miss. B., To learn how profound she writes. To learn she might like my thoughts and insight. I’m gleaming, My confidence is exuding, A fellowship of people, Reading apart of their soul Rather if it’s whole, Or filled with love, I’m apart of something More than what I thought it to be.