This is my page,
This is my story.
I am fifteen,
Not searching for fame,
Not hungry for glory
My parents,
Caught up in new love,
Traveled west
To see and accomplish things that most only dream of
One of three,
And yet I stand alone
But I am used to standing out
What is unique about me?
My namesake means God-like
But perhaps it is too soon yet to see
I am made up of the things that I love,
The company of another,
Flowers, music, late-night talks
But there is much I have yet to discover-
Things that are not useful to know,
Things that I will wish I did not know
Then again, what do I know?
I know who I am.
But there is not a word yet invented to describe me
This is what I am here for
To invent, create, destroy, renew
And to leave my mark on this fascinating world
For this moment,
I believe in taking too many pictures,
Laughing, sharing, loving
Proving that I existed.
My to-do list is never ending
What is held for me in the future?
I will never know,
Because
This story is just beginning…