"imaginative, keep writing"
these words
they ringed through my head more than the high-pitched school bell did
behind me
i thought about this intently
my parents and friends always said i did good with poetry
but some people acted like it was a petty hobby
a easy lifestyle, if i may
but this teacher
who was so much wiser than others before her
knew what she was talking about
she gave me the final push
the final pull
that helped me write this and many others
even when faced with a soul-eating depression
if i miss anything about that hell-forsaken place
it will be that angel on wheels that showed me
the light