[How cute was I as a bridesmaid, aged 3?] A lover, not a fighter
An artist - don't know -
Creative, that's a definite,
But my past has held me back.
A watcher of beauty;
A photographer of life;
A writer, good or bad,
It pours out and yet holds back
Without choice or will
So I keep a notebook near
Inspired, but things conspire
To keep it all in, unformed.
"Not good enough," I was told
And that often echoes in the quiet
But ideas should be limitless
And I shall try not to listen
