i'm naked inside my fear
the naked truth.


March 28, 2004 | 6:46 pm
i've been looking through some old journals and have decided to include some of my old poetry in this journal.

realize this was written in seven years ago. it's not written wonderfully.

what amazes me (or, does it amaze me? don't i remember feeling so miserable?) is the expression of such emotions at such a young age.

i would never wish that upon anyone.

so i was in a creative writing class, and we had to put together a poetry portfolio. this poem, if i remember correctly, was on the inside flap.

_______

2/17/97

Poetry

by Laura Bennett

Poetry is a painful memory

the hurt and tears brought to paper

each time the girl picks up the pen

instead of breaking down inside herself.

She writes the words

filled with her agony.

The reader is scared,

longing to help,

but the girl pushes away.

Her words are her world,

and without them, she would

Tear herself apart.

__________

and all i can think is, nothing's changed.

before | after

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