FINDING ME

FINDING MYSELF 

What can I say, about the time I found out?

Did I scream , Did I shout?

Did I cry , or go to ground?

I did all of them and more!! Until myself, I found 

It’s not easy when you are being told.

I left the room , feeling so cold

I cried for a while, who knows , how long for?

I suppose anyone would , of that, I’m sure

Whatever may have been said , or how I was told

 It felt at the time, as though, it had been forbode

Although I never even spoke a word,

I still had realised, what I had heard.

So here I am , a few years have gone by 

And as they say , life still goes on. and so have I 

I’ve had many ups and I’ve had many downs

Yet my face , you will rarely ever see it in a frown

Twenty years ago , who’d have known

That I’d be here today , writing it all down

It helps me heal, like therapy, doing it this way

And hope it helps others, along the way

Who knows , where I get my poems or notes

As I’m not a poet , writer , or scholar of quotes

I may have certain things , that are wrong with me.

But it obviously ,has opened my mind to me 

It’s made me look , deep down inside.

And brought it all out, so there’s nowhere to hide

So I may have parkinsons , chronic pain and C.M.T.

But I’m happy and grateful , to have finally found, ME 

Written by Shelley Edwards (c)