From 10/19/2005, Collins elementary school days!

I gently touch,
My pen to the paper
And wait for the magic to start

My heart starts beating
First slowly, and then fast
Sending thoughts and ideas through my veins

Those signals reach my hand
And my hand vibrates, moving the pen
In a rhythmic motion across the paper

My feelings and emotions
Suddenly pour out
And lightly drizzle down on to my words

Then my soul escapes
From my body
And breaks into tiny pieces

Those delicate pieces fall
Into the depths of my writing
And make each and every word special to me

My pen leaks
And black ink
Slowly soaks into my words giving them power and strength

I become a part of my poem
And my poem becomes a part of me