One year. Nine months. Why. For what. Did I want to be here? Is? This. Me? How did I end up where I am? Fallen off course. Fallen off the path that my heart leads me toward. Not my dreams. Not my thoughts. Or words. Somebody else's dreams. Thoughts. Words. Pumped into my brain. What is it my subconscious is telling me? If I have brought myself to where I am.. well, then. Point. Taken. Backtrack. Find my own footsteps along the sand. I am destined for great things. Few seem to understand. Let me be. Let me be me. I know what that means. I know where I should be. Can't you allow me to get there? Find my own path. Make my own way. As I roll along with the punches. I do not bruise so easily. Just stand behind me. Beside me. Support me. Smile along with me. I will make do. I will survive. Do not be afraid for me.
One year. Nine months. Nothing. A lesson for my soul. Tells me one thing. or two. Perhaps I am better for it. Allow me to spread my wings. Fly away. Perhaps I am better for it.
About Me
- Carolyn
- I graduated from NCC with an Assoc Degree in Liberal Arts. I then attended Queens College of CUNY and graduated with a BA in English/Comp Lit. I took a yr off before attending Molloy in '07. I am a writer, an artist, an avid reader, a student, an employee, a daughter, a granddaughter, a niece, an aunt,a sister and a friend. I'm a Sagitarrius and, we, by default perhaps tend to love life.
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