As the world turns my heart yearns the fire within sparks then burns.
And yet I stand still.
My heart races as through my head run many nasty faces.
Sheer will forces me to pick up my pen and begin again.
Is it will? Is it really? Or is it something else?
Hands shaking words taking the pain begins to fade as the mask is peeled away.
Just the ramblings of a sleep deprived mother working hard to achieve a personal dream.