Am I sharing too much of me?
Is that even a possibility?
I just want to be free
when life is filled with such uncertainty
I say it as I feel it
I’m always connected but I just never fit
I know I’m not the only one not engendered from a kit
like one of Nana’s uneven perfect stitches
that all come together with that common thread
turning patches into one big bedspread…
I put it out there
no other release can compare
I’m not always fair
but I always care.
Don’t bare too much soul
a kind of messenger said to me in a dream
you can’t take it back its not what it seems
then all of the sudden a night sky
turns into a ceiling full of beams.
but it is just me – I must remind –
the same yet different girl still confused by time
who enjoys writing thoughts in a rhyme
which makes her happy and feel quite fine…