I
Dauntless in everything,
yet afraid of ending.
Positive when life throws-
one of its hurtful curves.
When ask to do something,
Bang!mission accomplished,
Oftentimes taciturn,
sooner or later blabby.
One minute ecstatic,
afterward blood-boiling.
Running my own race,
is my life's purpose.
Copyright © Tifanie Grace | Year Posted 2016
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