I wrote this poem with my emotions still raw - something I have not done before. I thought of not sharing but doing so felt selfish. I want to show my journey as it is - even in the raw. What would you have me do? I have reflected on my performance. I have asked … Continue reading What would you have me do?
I wish I was not afraid of failing. The idea wraps itself around me like a pair of tight jeans. But I wear them because I want to them to fit. It is like peering over a cliff to see how far you could fall. Just one, wrong step and it is over. It is … Continue reading Just one wrong step and it is over.