My Trace

There once was a girl
She was young, athletic,
Spirited, and filled with joy
Very accomplished and poetic

She loved things about the world
But unfortunately not a lot
For example she loved music,
But hated crime and whatnot

The thing she loved most
Was to write her own poems and stories
And pour out her heart
On a piece of paper with no worries

The paper took her weight
And the pencil transferred it
From the world, to her shoulders,
And onto her palette

Her form of release
Was different from others
She found comfort in writing
Exactly like her mother

Her favorite subjects to write
Were love, beauty, and fate
And to toss the words carelessly
Caused her heart to ache

With an imperfect family
Came unfortunate situations
But she learned to face them
With a smile and elation

She enjoyed writing this poem for you
With a smile drawn on her face
And yes, this is what it means
To come across a poet's trace...