note to self: {Brandi} im glad you are taking the class, yes its a leap for you .. to strech within, i know you can do it.  stretch and discover whats there, get out the raw emotion that can bog you down.  see it, feel it, and release it ... really, it was never yours to begin with. you were never lost.  now get on with it!

[ snippets from a class assignment]

I come from ...

teenage love that washed away.

a home made of wood that had seen better days

complete with battlefields without any grace.

woken nights to the sound of horror

from a mother that bled from every sore.

whiskey bottles and the smell of beer,

left a beast with a stick to settle his score.

alone in my room with paper and pen,

drownding out the pain within.

pyramids, pom poms and baton to twirl,

my attempt to fit in to a very fake world.

on another note there was happy too,

but never replaced a preference for solitude.

we had lincoln logs and pick up sticks,

a weekend at grams that saved us from licks.

clothes on the line while the dogs ran around,

cows in the back that made lots of sound.

a davenport to tuck us in

giggles with grandpa and Gilligan too

kisses, coloring and trips to the zoo.

ive let it all go it doesnt own me

be gone my past to the future i flee