From a young child, my mind was moulded
by all the things that I was told,
by my Parents and other adults.
Some were facts, while others falsities;
Opinions on how these grown-ups felt about things,
while I innocent and naive, had to sift through these things,
think about the thoughts I had
and what applied to me, how my opinions
effects people’s view of me.
Growing up being told who and what I should be;
one Parent even saying they were disappointed in me,
from Archeologist to Writer with a passion,
for history and real-life criminality.
But the other Parent who was there supported me,
allowed me to be the Bird I’m meant to be,
so that I could fly free,
despite me exhausting personality.
Imagination and hypothetical questions overwhelm my brain continually
A Writer, Photographer and Dreamer.