A year has past, And I am no longer the same. But neither are you.
You were the girl, Who turned from autum to summer. With golden radiance, I found myself looking to you, As a beacon of hope, In my dark sea of sadness. You showed me the magic Of paper and pen And I was instantly enticed.
With every word you wrote Every comment you spoke I felt hope, That I could learn To voice my concerns And finally earn The right to speak, in turn
Now I don't see you write, I don't hear your words That resonated within me. But it's okay, Because you're doing something greater Than just helping me. You're creating beauty, For the world to see.
And I am just as guilty. In my metamorphosis, I became complacent. But a little medal around my neck, Reminded me of the gift you gave me. So those words on paper transformed Into the sounds of my own thoughts.
You helped me find a voice on paper But now it's become words