towards the end we lay careful

not to touch and

you said maybe

love is not 

enough

and i thought if it

isn't then what 

is

I am not broken don't fix me

not a musical instrument don't play me

not a social project don't improve

I am not a dog don't ask me to fetch

I am not a puppet don't pull my strings

not a computer don't programme

not a remote don't control me

I am not a problem don't solve me

I am not dead don't pretend 

not a doormat don't wipe your feet

not a window don't look through me

I am not dirt don't abuse me

I beat the rhythm of my own drum

dance to my own tune

I sing out of key but it matters not

I am the mistress of my own destiny

sole author of the next chapter

I answer to no one

I make my own choices bear the consequences

steer my own ship in storm or smooth waters

quietly confident knowing I have weathered worse

Hope is my constant silent companion

it never deserted me not in my darkest hour

nor when I found myself doing battle with tumour cells

I gazed at the bald insane woman staring back

and wondered where that beautiful innocent CW had gone

should she ever return for a flying visit I would tell