Am I a flea struggling to free myself from the web of a spider,
Or am I a leprechaun skipping to the end of a rainbow?
Am I a chameleon who camouflages from turmoil,
Or am I a butterfly eager to escape from my pinfold?
I am she, one who constantly endeavors to succeed.
Who is considered ambitious to achieve,
Knowing what and what not to believe,
Believing that I have not been deceived
But, deceiving myself from my past grief
That has vested pain in my life, my family and me.
Striving to manage and attain
What my past has thrown at me
Not to gain,
But to haul with me through life,
To look back and take advice
From the past that did not entice
The past that I disliked
But the past that took a hike to get me to where I like.
Bittersweet describes those days,
Beautiful describes these days.
The days I would not trade for anything.
I thank my Lord for the rough patches he has put me through,
Which blossomed into the admiring, selfless, and awesome life that grew.