Sunday, March 10, 2013


I took my time
I learned
I grew
I changed, slowly

One day I stopped being scared
So I began again
renewed, different, but accepting
of what will come

Then something came
and I grow exasperated
because finally
fire, passion

and I am terrified
of getting burned
I am filled with scarlet visions
of forked branching paths

Which one to take?
Why do they all lead to more
branches of choices
I must make

Head spinning
heart racing
nail biting
now shove my hand in the fire!

1 comment:

  1. This one is my favorite one :) Good job, Mom. I think it's really great you're writing poetry every day.