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Worth It?

    Driving home from MI tonight, I became inspired by Taylor Swift's lyrics from her record Folklore. I haven't been inspired to write much in years. I wrote a Haiku yesterday in three minutes and it felt great. Poetry usually isn't my thing, but some of my creative writing students asked if I'd be their advisor for Poetry Club and I am delighted that I agreed! For the first time in nearly six years, I'm writing. Anyway, here is an erasure poem of the song "This is Me Trying" by Taylor Swift. 

 Worth It?


I've been having a hard time adjusting 

I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting 

I didn't know if you'd care if I came back 

I have a lot of regrets about that 

Pulled the car off the road to the lookout 

Could've followed my fears all the way down 

And maybe I don't quite know what to say 

But I'm here in your doorway 


I just wanted you to know 

That this is me trying 

I just wanted you to know 

That this is me trying 


They told me all of my cages were mental 

So I got wasted like all my potential 

And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad 

I have a lot of regrets about that 

I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere 

Fell behind all my classmates and I ended up here 

Pourin' out my heart to a stranger 

But I didn't pour the whiskey 


I just wanted you to know 

That this is me trying 

I just wanted you to know 

That this is me trying 


At least I'm trying 


And it's hard to be at a party 

When I feel like an open wound 

It's hard to be anywhere these days 

When all I want is you 

You're a flashback in a film reel 

On the one screen in my town 


And I just wanted you to know 

That this is me trying (Maybe I don't quite know what to say) 

I just wanted you to know 

That this is me trying 


At least I'm trying


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