Growing up means
Watching my heroes turn human in front of me
But,
Maybe that's not such a bad thing
We're all human, truly
We're not perfect,
we never will be
So why would we,
Why should we,
Strive to be something unattainable?

I'm a human
I'm not perfect
But I don't have to be a superhuman
To be a good person

And maybe it's not a lot
But I will try my ******* best
To be...
Good.
Quite simply,
That's all I expect from myself

Be human.
Be good.
Be patient, kind, loving, understanding, and
Everything under the sun

But don't forget to be good

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When I write
It's almost as if
I'm planting a garden
With mystery seeds
I have
No
Idea what I'll end up with

I start with a good first sentence
A seed, if you will
And I water it, nurture it,
Letting the words take me where they like

It doesn't always work
Sometimes I fizzle out and am left with a dead plant, brown and ugly
But
Other times,
I'm witness to a towering flower,
Bursting with color and life,
Details abounding

I am a simple garden writer,
Planting the words
With my ***** of a pen

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The reason I don't talk much about you
Is that you make my heart glow so much I'm afraid to open my mouth
And let it spill out,
Spelling out my true feelings
Maybe I should learn sign language
That way nobody will know
And we can all continue on our way,
You, oblivious,
And me, burning brighter with every passing day

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I used to have the husk of a seed inside me,
Badly in need of water and sun
And gradually,
Over time,
I watered it
And nourished it
I turned it towards the sun

And god, life is so
Beautiful

First it sprouted,
A tiny little green head poking up through the dead dirt
And it grew
And grew
And grew

And finally,
Look at me now,
I have vines running down my legs and arms,
Sprouting flowers of all colors
Red, bright pink, gentle yellow,
And -oh,
the vines wrapped around my ribs,
Sprouting out me eyes, ears, nose, and mouth
I'm just filled with happiness
-And Life
This is life, this green feeling in my body
...Sprouting flowers, not thorns

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I think the reason I like using pens
Is that
They offer a sense of finality
And it's harder to change what I said

And if I make a mistake,
Well,
That's fine by me
I'm not ashamed of my mistakes
I won't hide them
I am out there for the world to see,
Mistakes and all

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I mean, sure, it's a lot of work sometimes
And sure, things don't always go my way
But,
You know what?
It's so worth it

I very nearly died
I was so close to ripping myself from this world
I wanted to, I truly did

But I didn't
I held on
For dear
*******
Life
And Look Where I Am today
I've come so far
I've done so much
I put so much of myself into every  single  day
It's worth it

It truly is

Because Why do we live,
If not to watch the sunset?
Why are we here,
If it's not to feel yourself falling,
Falling in love?

We're meant to be happy, I promise
Just trust and love and you'll be ok

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Dear Mrs. H,

You have taught me quite a lot:
Patience,
Unending kindness,
The power of a smile and laugh,
Faith,
Belief in someone else,
And,
Agape.
Unconditional love.
Thank you, truly
For you have shown what it means
To truly love and live life
I don't know anybody Quite Like you
And I'm quite certain I don't want to
You are a one-of-a-kind
And I am truly grateful for you

Thank you.

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