After much searching, and then fearing the worst, I've finally found the notebook of "poems" I wrote when I was about 19 ish. This is one of those from the notebook that I wanted to share with you from then... xx
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor...
Who am I?
Someone's daughter, sister, lover
But not myself.
I belong, not assert
A book whose cover is chosen.
I settle, then life is upset.
I am confused, with nowhere to go.
And the day nears,
The day that I dread;
The day that I have to decide,
Who I am.
