My Life as an Inspiration

Today I stopped myself

From giving away too much

Somehow, somewhere I learned

A woman must hold some things to her chest

She must protect her vulnerabilities

Because predators lurk every corner

But somehow, somewhere, I learned

That my writing must be real and sincere

But how can I write about me

Open my heart and show up my cards

I’m afraid about what you will find

Is simply nothing special

So I tell you stories

Of all the people I wish to be

But I want to be free, free to share

My overwhelming and underwhelming thoughts

So even if I stop myself today

Tomorrow I must try again