Three Parts

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

Anymore than anyone else.

I'll fight to that future image,

And I will see for myself.