My true calling?

What is with

All the questioning

 

Pointedly objected

Forever scarred

Early on, from ones she loved

Now weary, scared

 

Exhilarating- freeing

In creative be-ing

But it’s not a job

 

How to change that feeling

Dig, further in

It’s okay, to start again

 

Always easier

Said than done

Always slipping

Stumbling, fumbling

Opening the wounds

Of old

 

Overcoming, so profound