Who Am I

Bits and pieces of my soul Spread across the boards My heart spills it life blood On to the etheral pages of life I find I need to collect them together All in one place for me to understand The meanings and feelings of my life Thousands of words have tripped my tongue I feel the need to chronicle my path So others may better understand The ways I have tread Writing is a solitary art When we are but ash and dust Our written words still remain To celebrate life and love And give others hope. rlm 06/15/07