new commitments lounge on my frontal lobe

awaiting contemplation from my egos bliss

as my pencil touches paper

i can not help but think of my faults that make me flawed

so often do we forget that we’re made in the image of god

i am not a muse of comfort or predictable endings

i’m rather a woman who seeks adventure and spontaneous highs

dreaming of a robust future while dealing with pieces of ruins

making mental maps and touching new grass

i know that i always can count on tomorrow