Struck By Awareness

I was in study hall doing my homework when it first Manifested and it was as if I was possessed for my Pencil had a mind of it's own and the paperwork Formerly known as Algebra became excited scribbles Darting back and forth and up the sides wherever There was any room and as a wry grin appeared On my face I began to realize what I had been Jotting down on little scraps of memory had indeed Come full circle after all these seemingly long years and I had been using words purposely!What a revelation! I remembered the shoe boxes full of words that sat High up on shelves,secreted away from prying Motherly or brotherly eyes and gotten down From time to time to be examined with careful Scrutiny as to what events and pictures in my Mind's eye had been deciphered or thought of And still I did not know there was a real term For what I had been doing all this time in my Young life and now I knew as I approached my Seventeenth birthday that besides being afraid of Teenage boys,report cards that weren't up to par And hard-nosed parents who found grievances Everywhere it seemed,and early development that Embarrassed me,I actually had something awesome Going for me in my troubled life-I was a poet! **for contest "Epiphanies" sponsored by Desiree Birdseye