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
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