The Words Of Me

So many think they know me and who I am to be,
Who I am can only be found in my poetry.

Some days there’s so much uncertainty and loss,
Words filling my mind and heart onto a page I toss.

Some days my life troubles are all I can see,
Other days - encouragement and love I bring.
It’s so simple flowing out of me,
My fingers dancing a song to sing.

Accomplished writer is far from who I am,
But what I bring to others I hope they understand.
Picturing exactly the thoughts that escape,
Feelings deeply held, finally opening my gate.