The Poet in Me

                                           To Get Something You've Never Had,
                                  You Have To Do Something You've Never Done
                                                                  by me

Feeling helpless, without a clue.
Not knowing what I should say or do.
Not knowing my place or where I fit in.
How can you know when I can't begin
to feel how strongly a mother should feel?
An official paper - does that make it real?
I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't
I'm damned if I'll sit while you tell me she won't.
But that's just the start, just the tip of it all.
Why take a step when you feel like you'll fall?
Should I push?  Should I wait? Should I venture a word?
I would but I fear that my voice won't be heard.
To know what is truth and to know what are lies
someone take the blindfold off my eyes.
I don't know how long till these feelings are through.
It may be a while before I can trust you.