Oh the passion of my youth

the talent that gave me pride

The papers I would jot upon

then promptly I would hide

poetry of a wondering mind

of the future I would inquire

The lust of a lonely teen

the extremes of my desires

Played out on the pages

Like dramas on a stage

Till inevitably they faded

And withered with the days

Oh how I long for wanting

To fill journals with these words

Without the doubts so haunting

asking what’s the worth ?

So pen please take me back

Paper be the guide

Perhaps I’ll find my courage

And this time I won’t hide