This is a poem
This is my world This is a leaf on a treeI am gusting in the windHolding on by a strandThis is a leaf on the groundBrown and trampled and beautifulThis is the fall from Edenfrom naïve heights, juvenile armorThis is A Portrait of The Artist As A Young Man. ( Joyce)Holden Caulfield as well. (Salinger)This is a book that breaks apart,(asunder, new word)me, as those aforementioned Bildung’s did. This is Everythingwhen Everything hurtEverything felt rightEverything workedEverything forgotten and found