i wear many hats...

i'm her daughter, their mother, his wife...

trying to make sense of a restless mind...

i look for comfort in the words i write...

i'm a thousand times complicated.

what you see is not what you get...

i'm an army of emotion....

armed and fighting with only a pen...

far from perfection am i...

misspelled words and unrefined...

overspilling and over willing...

even full of myself at times....

i'm a work in progress digressing

a one armed man traffic directing

an over-thinking self neglecting

worrying petty fool....

obsessed with nouns and adverbs

not really a poet but i try....

to play with the language cunningly

and perhaps make something rhyme...