When I think of who I am I clearly see three.

Three words that truly describe me.

Creative.

The first that comes to mind and shows I’m shy.

Which probably explains why I still cry.

But inspiration is found in fear.

When I find the truth I keep it near.

Strong.

Those who can withstand the force of life will live.

Waking up with more to give.

With a mother as solid as steel and a father like a tree.

I would give my life before I gave up me.

Passion.

Not in me, but in what I hope to achieve.

To find that desire that is hard to believe.

For now I have a safe path that I know.

But when I find It, I’ll never let go.