Sharon in Wonderland

Clock ticking, time racing Breath of relief, self worth at ease The sun howls at the thought The swift keys of the piano play Ever so softy but can be heard a mile away This love cannot be bought Black birds sing the melody I smile brightly at the memory but It's nothing now that I'm caught Clouds overhead whisper to the blades beneath swaying in the rythem of the music It's golden now, I am the learner who was taught

I want to see my name on shelves. I want a reason to buy eighty-seven notebooks for brainstorming. I want to sit at the coffee shop for inspiration. I want to think outside the box. I want to create a new level of imagination, conception, and vision. I want to invoke the non-believer. I want to show the world there is such a thing as creativity. I want to be someone else for a day. I want to be a hero. I want to be what everyone said I couldn't. I want to say, "Hi, my name is Sharon and I am a writer."

Life is good. For once, I can honestly say that. I started a new job, Man Alive, in my local mall. You can go to manalive.com to see what they sell and to see if you have one in your town. It's nice. School is over. College begins on June the eighth. I'm scared. My life is just beginning. I have so much to learn and look forward to. My graduation was a reminder of how far I have come. How far I struggled through every obstacle thrown in my path. I overcame. I saw him on Tuesday. I didn't recognize him from the back. There was a large tattoo upon his left calf. His hair was short. He was dressed differently. And, he had a new addition to his right arm. A girl. About 5'6", short black hair, medium frame. I never saw her face. I passed him and I never blinked. I never dropped a tear. I kept walking, and I never looked back. I am proud. I overcame. I am beginning to be the young woman I always dreamed. It is however a slow process. It takes time. Many years, I've h...

Why do I feel like such a failure at everything I do? Something is getting the best of me. I'm angry.