Found

We are all created strong. mighty, and different.
I stand before the world, talented.
Then, the days passed by.
As my talents and gifts seem to be fading away.
Until I found my miracle.
The miraculous discoveries took place.
My hand and the journal paper and my brain together.
This brought sparks and those sparks brought joys and fireworks.
I wrote with lovely writing and ideas began to flow.
This is a poem about me and my journal.
Stories, memories, writing all toke their place.
They became my gift and joy in life.
When you find your talent, you're Found!