Telling a story~

So unsure-
Of how I fit in...
Sister, mother, lover, friend-
Where do you start?
Where do I end?

Bliss here- an ache there-
Troubled thougths,
beneath long hair...
Blue eyes hide-
deep pain resides-
Questions with few answers.

Life's ahead- full steam...
"Forge"
Do I mean motion?
Or do I mean sword?
Progress or a beating?
It's hard to tell-

Too many words said?
Or were there too few?
I once thought I understood-
Now, I don't think I do.

I'm lost- and yet I know-
Where I am "dear",
Next to the little arrow that reads,
"You are here!"
Everything is clear as mud :(

Today I wrote in a private place-
"There is balance in my singularity",
And then try as I might...to feel guilty...
I could not.
The truth was simple, it had no strings attached.

But "sigh"- there are strings galore in life,
And simplicity is rare.
I over complicate everything~
Reason, sort, compare.
Sometimes "silence is just silence."?
perhaps...

I wonder, my friends,
What you might see between these lines.
And of my "laugh lines" too?
Lines with and without words...
They both tell a story.

I sprained my wrist...every word HURTS.
But that is a story for another time-
This late hour blurrs the mind.
My mind that is.
The little mind that wonders:

So unsure-
Of how I fit in...
Sister, mother, lover, friend-
Where do you start?
Where do I end?