she wears her heart on her sleeve

she wears her heart on her sleeve                                                           

she wears her heart on her sleeve

like a note from her mom

safety pinned to her warm, fuzzy sweater 

on the first day of school

apprehensive and shy 

she saunters through early days

with a small child’s voice

she wears her heart on her sleeve

like book full of enchanted stories

sitting on a shelf waiting to be desired

exuberant and hopeful

she dances through the early-days

a young woman’s voice

she wears her heart on her sleeve

like a badge of honor

earned during the turbulent times

rising above, with confidence and strength

moving through the pain 

to embrace inner peace

she rejoices in today

her true voice and heart joined as one

Fresh outlook

I wrote the first draft of my memoiré for class last night. Creative writing has been challenging, fun and insightful. I am not sure of my path, the only thing I am certain of is today, who I am, how I want present myself in this world and what I can give to others to make the world a better place.

I have struggled, fallen down, picked myself up and moved on with my life. I cherish each moment, and live in that moment as best I can. I try not to borrow from the future or regret anything from the past.

I value collaborative relationships, love to see people happy and succeed, always look for the best in everyone and hope that someday, by my experiences and relationships that I have made a difference in someone's life.

I'm living in the moment and always remembering where I came from, and how far I have come:)