My peace is gone, my calm once more stolen
The chaos of my mind runs wild
I am no longer young, and free
Strapped down to my so called life, trapped behind caged bars
I hear the tiniest whisper from some place in the back... the back of my mind trying so desperately to spill forward
You're Crazy! You are not serious! You Got to be kidding me! You have"The Delusional Rantings of A Slightly Insane But Otherwise Normal Woman"
But what if my thoughts are not Delusional, but what if I was actually an intellectual genius who looked at and solved problems from another angle
One might say a Philosopher really! Aristotle's twin sister.... Plato's Lost Love and Muse of Inspiration
About the Creator
J.W. Baird
Who Am I?
I keep asking myself. I spent half of my life as a single mother. Pushing myself to be the strong independent individual that I have always been. My kids have grown and my life seems turned upside down.
I now search to find myself!
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