Why does my soul want to write
about sunsets, raindrops, and never ending nights,
Instead I tabulate and contemplate
What life would be like if I chose instead to create.
Rather than count every penny, nickel, and dime
I want to document and write about what has become mine
Life and loves and lessons I have learned
The daily routines and scars I have earned.
My fair share of hurts, I have acquired no doubt
But there is not one I would be without
Because they have made me who I am and what I believe
And without that, I wouldn't be just plain ol me. :)