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