Who Am I?

I am a woman of many talents

yet none to make her feel confidence

in a world where the dream is to have status jobs, house and picket white fence

I struggle to find where I fit in.



So who am I?

I ask myself the same thing.

I can only fill the void with what I see and understand

I see a small boy who needs my attention

I've nurtured and loved him since he was an infant

I see unfinished work of ink and words I've typed in

Does that mean I'm a writher or just love writing?

I love to be the "good guy" but I still sin

Spread love and practice compassion

Yet, there's demons I battle lurk within



So who am I?

I wish I could decode this simple yet not so simple question with a pin.