Who am I
Bits and pieces of my soul
Spread across the boards
My heart spills it life blood
On to the etheral pages of life
I find I need to collect them together
All in one place for me to understand
The meanings and feelings of my life
Thousands of words have tripped my tongue
I feel the need to chronicle my path
So others may better understand
The ways I have tread
Writing is a solitary art
When we are but ash and dust
Our written words still remain
To celebrate life and love
And give others hope.
rlm 06/15/07