Will

She used to write,
She writes, and oh
She sure can write!!

She could talk,
She very well speaks,
She sure can speak!!

She could think,
She learnt to project,
She sure can express!!

She worried but did,
She worried and did well,
She’ll worry and keep doing well!!

She would get sad, smile;
She wrote and shot through sadness, smiled;
She might get sad, she’ll soldier through it, smiling!!

She was silly,
She is a bit cuckoo.
She’ll be a big fruitcake!!

Yes. Amen!!

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I wrote this poem in response to a dear friend's post, a filmmaker, about herself. I was hoping to encourage her. She's always been too stressed and critical about her own work and life. She seldom believes that she's actually fine and is often very good at what she does.And she's the kind of mad and silly the world can really do with more of! The title signifies both her own will of the mind and her heart and also what she 'will' go on to do in the future. You should read her post here if you can. It is well worth it!