'Twas the Night Before Launch

Twas the night before launch

Twas the night before launch

And all through my mind

Were questions and what ifs

About spots left blind

I’ve been here before

First excited then depleted

Full of words and hope

Then frustrated and defeated

Then what to my wondering eyes did appear?

An unfinished narrative

How old?

Seven years

So this little rhyme is long overdue

It’s my way of stepping into something not so new

Writing, my passion, writing, my love

No more excuses but to complete

Instructions from above.

So join me in my journey

As I face every fear

As I trek unknown territory

And unveil every tear

For I once was a little teapot

But now I’ve grown older

No, this is a cracked pot

One can hope has grown bolder

To say the words hidden, that for too long have been buried deep

To let these words brew and brim

Like roiling water set to steepall through my mind

Were questions and what ifs

About spots left blind

I’ve been here before

First excited then depleted

Full of words and hope

Then frustrated and defeated

Then what to my wondering eyes did appear?

An unfinished narrative

How old?

Seven years

So this little rhyme is long overdue

It’s my way of stepping into something not so new

Writing, my passion, writing, my love

No more excuses but to complete 

Instructions from above. 

So join me in my journey

As I face every fear

As I trek unknown territory

And unveil every tear

For I once was a little teapot

But now I’ve grown older

No, this is a cracked pot

One can hope has grown bolder

To say the words hidden, that for too long have been buried deep

To let these words brew and brim

Like roiling water set to steep