I was a child,
Reckless and wild.
Free to create,
Love or hate.
I am unknown,
A mystery of my soul.
A part of past,
A mold to be cast.
I will be…
Me?
Cracked, but Strong,
Will to carry on.
A writer with ink,
Who refuses to sink.
A wife with a dream,
A hope that gleams.
I mean, who knows?
I feed my fires,
Hold on to my wishes,
Cherish my desires.
But I don’t know
More than anyone else.
I’ll fight to that future image,
And I will see for myself.
Kember's Journey 