My Craft Poem by Sarah Sisson

Where am I today?
Crazy confused?
Oh I think a little, yes.

Not like I was once
But this I know....
I will never doubt...

...that I was once a
a master of the mischief;
A keeper of the scams.

I really did think
that I was crafty.
I thought I was smooth.

This, I was. Me,
the holder of the craft.
A queen among deception.

So how can I use my whit?
into my modern living?

That is my choice.
To challenge this and find myself.
These are the days of new.

My miscellaneous experiences
will carry me through to others.
Make the tides smooth
and the waters circle.

All my ways were dark.
I must now expose them
If I can reach out with it.

Copyright 12-21-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson