I often wonder what is to become of me?
Never knowing what each day will bring.
Never really planning just how it should really be;
What will ever come of me?
Life has been so strange.
Just thinking of all that has come to pass or changed.
Thinking of my youthfulness.
Will it always allow me to remain ambitious?
Happy to be alone, with such great pleasure and peace of mind.
Hating everday of my single life, more then most of the time.
Too many lessons learned.
Too many tourches burned.
What is it that will fill the empty desire I yearn?
No longer afraid to make it on my own.
Establishes at which point I have grown.
Always writing about feelings.
Or dwelled on bad dealings.
Makes me appreciate,
The great things in life I have over come to accumulate.
Never to forget, just how my life started.
Who have I become?
From all this hard work, to survive with the rest of the open minded;
Yet broken hearted.
Always thinking life was un-fair.
Always trying to believe I would never again let go and care.
How often too! I become elated, when I find an old memory, a friend, or someone I respect dearly whom is related.
How often I cry, from the sight of others pain.
How often do I try, to help those in need trying to wash away their troubles.
Like some thunderous hard rain.
Some say I should stop, be more selfish, why bother.
Because you are only driving yourself insane!
I often wonder what is to become of me?
Never knowing what each day will bring?
Never really planning just how it should really be?
What will ever come of me?
See who I am not to be treated as a laid out plain.
For I am 100% women; with abilities beyond belief.
Moreover, filled with the love for beauty in all God's creatures.
Yet special needs and desires for a Godly man.
What will ever come of me?
As I have no more best, laid plans.
Kfairfield 3-1999
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