Is this the real me ?
Shy
Understated
Insecure

Or is there another me , the real me
Waiting to explode
To be seen and heard
Full of life and confidence

Moments alter as time passes
Who am I?

It's been a while since I wrote for you
But I've always know that Expression is a special gift to give to oneself
Not because only a few people can express themselves as that is untrue
But because expression brings curiosity, growth and freedom
And if others are touched by those expressions the gift gives more than it could have anticipated

It was 4am and Bill bit me
My two arms soar and itchy,
I awoke in discomfort which quickly turned into anxiety and anger
Scratching to ease my pain which temporary ceased
Thoughts of my life, work and my insecurities burned to my attention
******* Bill! I sighed, he's awaked my anxieties too early
Seething now, feeling redder and redder I wondered why Bill didn't let me be
Id had enough and got up to apply some lotion
Slowly my pain began to soothe and I drifted away
Awake now at 9am
Somewhat calmer, my insecurities still present but other thoughts present too
I ponder on what lotions I can use

My hand I give to you, but my heart belongs to me...

Tonight I sleep in peace because I deserve nothing less than peace

I saw my path the other day
It was dark and eerie
I continued on this path as I saw no other way
Id heard stories where the sun shone and the flowers bloomed
but id never witnessed this way
Darkness clouded all and time nor Season needn't exist

But then Sometimes darkness gave way to grey but rarely did grey give way to the Sun
Id sometimes fool myself into thinking that the Sun was a dream that didn't really exist

When suddenly Light appeared, flowing here and there and in its different forms; music, dance and friendship
Until I wakened to view that I see what I see and I feel what I feel

He says my wish will be his command, but the truth is, my wish will be my command which in turn will lead to my happiness