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The Process
The Process
Damn.
Love
It brings you pain
It rips your heart
right out of your chest
Darkness fills
No longer any light inside
Who are you?
Dreams?
Hah
Those are crushed
Your life has changed
Who are you?
Time time time
passes by
You are okay
You breathe
in and out
As light refills
Shining
Vibing
Damaged
but you are healing
You have now found yourself
Again
Smiles
Laughter
Joy fills the room
You find someone new
Someone to complete
You
To love again
And now
Memories are made
Moments are cherished
And your light
Now shines brighter than ever
And then
The process repeats.

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At first this started off as a simple class assignment. I had no idea what to write. In class everyone individually came up with 3 questions and once finished our teacher drew them out of a box. The 3 words/questions that inspired me were, Love, Relationships, and High School. I was listening to the Fray, and my thoughts, emotions, everything just started pouring out of me. Next thing I know I ended with this. I revised this poem literally 6 different times and each time I found new things to change. I was motivated by my teacher to go ahead and submit this article, I spent a day or so thinking about it, about putting my work out there. It made me nervous and I felt like I would be judged, but then I thought to myself.. Why would my teacher tell me to go publish it, if it wasn't good? So here it is. I hope people will take their own meaning out of this and that it will allow them to see the process of love.