I came to you dreary and lost, seeking whom I ought to be.
You didn’t turn nor scoff, you instead saw me as the person I would become. You didn’t shun my cowardice or seraph me with sympathy.
You honored me, gave me a torch that was more than I could bear. When my hands were shanking, you bowed my knuckles, making them fists of sinew. You showed me toward adversity, leading me forward, and through the highest height.
You’ve held me up, through doubts and self denial. When my light was quivering, you shielded me with the last of your strength. How noble of you, going the extra distance for me, no matter the length.
When I surrendered to the strong bellows of the wind, you rekindled my light with you stern and never quivering faith in me.
When I fall to my face, you picked me up, continuously, placed me upon a pedestal and allowed me to beam, brighter than I thought that I could.
Thanks to you, I am the best version of myself I never thought was possible.
Your Crumbled strength is my leaning post and mycowardice is yours to host.
From the depths of my heart, thanks for all you do.
~For My Dear mentor and Angel, Jackie.
My second book is entitled Chrisanthe-Mom, Chrisanthe-Mom, which is the name of my mother. This is a book of poetry that depict women in various ways.