My life story is nothing new
dysfunctional family
with scars upon my heart
mistakes I have made a plenty
still striving to know myself
dreaming dreams
while, not even knowing if dreams
really do come true
learning life lessons
trying to open up my heart
going forward even as I stumble
hoping to live each day
to its fullest
and that tomorrow brings
beauty, laughter, and love
in everything I do

Like I said, my life's story is nothing new
just slugging along trying to make some
dreams come true, aren't you?

It's so simple really,
'Let the pen write,
tell my tale,
explain how I feel!'

I cannot!
The pen is eager,
in hand.
My mind,  however,
is stubborn
and secretive

I don't want to write
although I feel the urge.
My thoughts,
are not clear enough.
I 'suspect',
yet I cannot express.