My Own Maestro Poem by Linda I. Weischedel

Cross those I's,
don't forget to cross that T,
you are now looking at the new and improved me,
as you can plainly see,
I'm not that little push-over you've always known
me to be,
I have broken down countless barriers and allowed
my inner-self to be free.

I had to close-up on a certain window to be able to walk out of this last revolving door,
I will no longer allow myself to be repressed-surpressed any more.

I now evaluate what I see going on,
I step to the side to figure out if this is where I belong,
I can't always be the sole defender of what I feel is right and for what I know could be wrong.

I'm not setting out for a challenged fight to win the championship belt, over the years I have grown very tired of holding back what I have felt.

The thoughts behind my words are not always ment to interject,
I have learned through reliable, trusted, authority that words of insolence will not gain you any proper, decent respect.