I don’t know

I started in 5th grade with poetry but teachers believed I had plagiarized my poetry, so I stopped. It was not till my 8th grade year I picked up the pen and paper and wrote down my poetry. I decided to give it to my English teacher as a gift. She was so impressed she asked me if something was wrong, I said no I just felt like writing. Today my mother asks me how I create these poems, I say "I don't know they just come to me." I guess you could say I did not find poetry or writing but it found me. What inspires me to write, writing it self, words it's self the message behind it and the infinity of what can come from your mind through your eyes, to your hand, to the pen then paper. But I find now sometimes I don't feel my writing is ever finished my inspiration like I said above well now that I think of it my inspiration is unending. it is mine to keep and people to try to find out.—Terra