I am me.

A friend recently told me that reading this blog is like I am allowing her into my journal.  Oddly enough, I am ok with that, because too often I think that we all try to handle life all on our own.  We think that everyone else's life is so perfect and ours is the only one that self-destructs.  I hope my honesty is cathartic and you feel a little less alone as I share my story.

I used to write poetry.  I filled books and books with it.  Today, it struck me that though I haven't written in years, I wanted to.  Below is what flowed out as fast as I could log the words.

Because today I really miss the ocean

I am me.

Sometimes, I am me.

I am bold, I am fierce - You cannot stop me.

And sometimes, I am me.

I am afraid, I am a coward – I run.

Two halves of a whole

That isn’t quite defined

That perilously balances

The whole world on her shoulders

All the while, tossing it around

Like a beach ball in the surf

We are friends

We are enemies

I put all my trust in an unknown power

So that I don’t lose me to myself.