I have a story to tell, one of strength and sorrow

I’ve started it in my head more times than I can count

Even tried to write some of it down a time or two

It never comes out the way I imagine

 

It’s long, complicated, and difficult to know where to begin

My story is so much more than a failed marriage,

and working mother anecdotes

It’s how I became who I am

Yet instead of writing about it, I stall