Poetry Is Food for Thought

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It is natural for people to believe in many things. As a child, I thought that eating sweets before going to bed gave you bad dreams. Also, I just knew Santa Claus was unreal, but the tooth fairy had to be true. I guess waking up to money under my pillow, but seeing my mom retract her arm from my bed, should have been the deciding clue. I even thought fire was the greatest toy invented and so I enjoyed playing with flammable objects near all the lit candles. I actually set an apartment on fire and I received a punishment that I didn’t think Jesus could handle. Staying to myself a lot caused me to be “behind” in the learning curve on how to express my feelings. I mean, I had friends but I was always in my own little world and didn’t care to take part in their childish dealings. As I grew older, my mother was encouraged to have me put in therapy. I guess after eight years, they finally realized there wasn’t going to be a change and that I was just going to stay “me”. But after all the journal entries and a few discussions, one light did go off in my head. I “shut down” to...

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