Old Poem.

I found a poem I wrote years ago, a poem of despair a broken heart and stuff I didn't know as I read it I couldn't help but to smile, this angry kid who spit hate was me as a child line for line I could fill his pain inside, pain that was mine pain I let subside, I could remember when I wrote it, I was angry,alone and probably loaded, here on this spot is where a tear fell, it was after the line" burning in hell", as I think back at the things that made me, I could see that lost young kid who I set free, back then my writes were as cold as a December morning , now my writes are of love and peace things back then I found boring, it's funny how times changes a person, looking back to the 80's that was me just another version, back then I wrote to get way from a world not to kind, now I write because it helps me when I'm hard to find, words written way back when my not be as colorful to you, but my words back then were the start of some thing new, you see I wonder what would I have become... if I never found a poem that inspired me to run, to write down the pain in side words I never spoke words I would hide, poetry played a big part of who I am today, and reading this old poem...I see it helped pave the way.