it’s hard for a poet to hide
hard for a writer to remain unseen

when words start to mold and take form
there’s no escape from revealing them

would I be missed
would my silence be noticed

if I chose to stop
if it was possible

there’s a reason for more friends
at a funeral than a birthday

a reason of valuing life
after death

why not now

people pick and choose
what they stand for
who they sleep with
what they believe
who they help

my thoughts don’t define me
my mind doesn’t mold me

I’m a woman with a heart
a mind
a smile
a past
a worth
a value

waiting to be married
but not wanting to meet anyone

at times I feel so different
at times that’s a good thing
at times I feel I’m foolish

for having integrity now
after all this time
for having morals now
after all I’ve done

but that’s what Jesus died for
so I could become a daughter

new
…life
…love
…light
…story

not ashamed of the past
not so sure of the future
but living each moment
in the truth of who I am