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He Was There
He was there
The moon clouded over me and made my soul unravel
I wanted the nerve to tell him but my voice was in despair
He loved that beauty, not me so my hopes hung in the air
He was there
In the back the crickets sang and urged me on
The wolf howled and taunted me no
But in my mind, my love was on the line, ambition paralleled and intertwined
He was there
I felt the pace and the beat
I had to do it now...or consider it defeat
The metronome had its time
I told him aloud with my own rhyme
I looked
He was there
I felt the joy through my tears
He had heard me, not my fears
A moment passed, nothing less
He was there, and I had finally confessed
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I wrote this poem back when I was around 11 years old. At the time -- I was experiencing one of the hardest transitions in my teenage life. Poetry was my escape from reality, and I hope it would be yours too.