A broken vessel I used to be
drifting on an empty sea
taking part in a reckless life;
darkness that cut just like a knife.
Always though I was a fighter;
a soulful life in poetry writer.
When people failed me I turned to my pen;
wrote my heart on my sleeve again.
Along the way I learned to sing;
fashion crafts from lace and string
play guitar,bake bread and cook.
A little confidence is all it took.
Friends and family I hold dear
whether they be far or near.
Laughter is my closest friend
and love will shadow me till the end.
for Frank Herrera's contest "Self Portrait"