POEM

I wrote this about  month ago, and forgot about it. While I was packing, I found it. I thought I would share it with you. Feel free to share it with others, please just be sure to keep my name with it. Thanks.

I don't feel so strong
But that doesn't make me so wrong
I sometimes feel weak
And that doesn't mean I can't speak
You may listen
And what I need is to be heard
I worry about tomorrow
But do my best to live for today
My words sound different
through the veil that they wear
Under them all,  I am still  me. 
I swear.

Elizabeth Alraune