i grew up in a home
a home cushioned from the impact
the outside world could have
i grew up thinking
that anyone
and everyone
would love
me for me
i was a child
a child who spent days
dancing under clouds
hiding in my tree
observing the waves
embrace the shore
peeking through
the protecting branches
every so often
climbing as high as i could go
watching the others pretend
to push friends into the waves
laughing
loving
i grew up in a home
a home cushioned from the impact
the outside world could have
i grew up thinking
that anyone
and everyone
would love
me for me
i was a child
a child who let my pencil
waltz across my notepad
writing anything and everything
that made an entrance in my mind
wondering why i wasn’t the same
i was a child
a child that ran away
from my demons
ran as far as my lungs
and legs could carry me
i used to giggle to myself in class
kids not understanding
how to write properly
whereas i
would close my eyes
a whole captivating plot cultivating
i grew up in a home
a home cushioned from the impact
the outside world could have
i grew up thinking
that anyone
and everyone
would love
me for me
i used to hang my head low
kids asking why i hung out in trees
wrote ‘for fun’
little did they know
i would be the worldly, creative one
the one composing written art
they would be the ones
wishing to be everything they weren’t
worldly, creative
a composer
i grew up thinking
that anyone
and everyone
would love
me for me
i grew up in a home
a home cushioned from the impact
the outside world could have
Just a poem I wrote for an English assignment.
I’m not entirely sure what the real meaning for this poem is, it’s kind of all over the place. It’s a nostalgic poem about when I was little and always a bit different and not understanding why, but it ends up being beneficial in the future. My dad always told me that I’d be grateful when I’m older and (I hate to say it) but he was definitely right.
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Love reading what you write!
Keep that pencil close at hand!
A sail needs the wind to move forward just as much as the wind needs a sail to demonstrate its capability. ❤️
I recall the times when you would argue about being the ‘only one who was expected to write’ – but look at you now, girl! You are such a beautiful writer, poet, musician, athlete, artist… LOVE YOU TO BITS, FROM HERE TO THE MOON AND BACK! XOXOXO
Stay different Claire. I love your writing. Please keep writing and publishing.
Thankyou Brian:)
Growth and self reflection go hand-in-hand. Beautiful poem, Claire.
Dear Claire
Thank you for sharing this very endearing and intriguing piece.
I love you for you! I remember your movements, always deliberate, but soft, NOT RECKLESS; as in “Under the clouds,” but not grabbing at them, not challenging them. You always had that, “Live and let live” ethic in you.
Not only were you very knowledgable and bright, you also had the art and grace of one who had the skill of noticing, with reflection and curiosity; but in my experience with you, although you didn’t miss any sharp edges, not with harsh judgement. And you still have these attributes! And you still bring me great “Claire Joy” when you share them with me from time to time.
I am looking very forward to our time together in Australia, and am very intrigued about the music you and your siblings will be gracing us with. Now there is a space where you may feel protected, but in my observation are beautifully connected to the magic of the arts and music, and indeed that same assumptive and noticing disposition that has always been you, which automatically enriches and enhances the experience of those around you.
I was the adult next door who grew up with you, knowing protection was available to you should you need it. And I could not help but notice the style of that protection was not isolation, but engagement.
For me as the adult next door, you helped me to think I must be OK, surrounded by such joy, insight, kindness and love, from the girl next door!
And I thank YOU for that, because it was not only who you were, but how you were who you were that made the difference. To use your ideas, I loved you for “who you were”, and continue to love you for not only for “who you are”, but also for, how you are who you are!
Love and warmest hugs, Frances
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This made my day! Thankyou so much! Can’t wait to spend time with you soon:) xoxo
Claire! I need your blogging expertise! My Site http://virtualschoolpaper.com is previewing on facebook and emails like this:
First blog post This is your very first post. Click the Edit link to modify or delete it, or start a new post. If you like, use this post to tell readers why you started this blog and what you plan to do with it. virtualschoolpaper Uncategorized
Help me?!How do I edit this text?
I wrote a real first post and it still says this 😦
Appreciate your insight!!
Carly