While I’m lacking in content of substance and swimming in self doubt, don’t shrug me off or cast me aside, for I’m trying to figure things out.
I don’t hold the answers to all of my questions and they seem to be piling high, the what if’s and how’s and when’s and where’s, it’s enough to make me cry.
Do not berate me for wanting it all, too many things to achieve, where do I start, what do I do first, do I need to have a reprieve?
If wanting it all and not having a plan will continue to be so hard, I won’t give up, as challenge is good, I’ll take an inch instead of a yard.
There is no limit on who I can be, no restrictions on how I live, to experience life and to love as I do is all I have to give.
So while I struggle to form poetic prose, while I’ve lost the ability to write, don’t lose faith in me, don’t lose hope, for I’m still determined to fight.
Chasing Amy-Lou 