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EmberPoems
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Growing up my favorite friend was myself. While others played outside with friends, in the snow, in the sun, in the backyard, I was busy inside a library. My earliest memories are of wandering around my large three-story neighborhood library. This was my babysitter for many years. I taught myself to read and write well before I was due to be taught in school. As I grew older, I never lost my love of reading and writing, and found that everything I looked at, felt and experienced or saw other people experience, I could quickly come up with a story in my mind, a rhyme or a song (I'm a horrible singer). I would write as a hobby, to keep myself busy on the weekends or when I was grounded (went through a wild streak). I kept journals of poems over the course of my life from all the stages I went through, encounters and interactions and emotions I experienced. During COVID, finding myself working from home and with more free time on my hands than ever. I pulled these journals of old and new out and looked at them through different, more mature eyes. I re-wrote them but kept them relevant to the experience they belonged to. Each poem is a true part of my life. It could be from something I saw someone else do, say or go through. Or from random thoughts I had just from watching TV. If you look hard enough, inspiration is never ending.