My being.

Every being of my body wants to be okay.
To be healthy.
But knows i'm not.

Every being of my soul wants to body and mind to know it's okay.
It's okay i don't have it figured out.
It's okay that it's taking longer then expected.
Longer then expected to heal.
To be healthy.

Every being of my mind wishes it could just concentrate.
Keep on trucking.
Be motivated 'like before.'

But every being of my heart knows that i have to give it time.
Need to let my body heal inside out.
That i am very blessed to have friends, support, and doctors to help me.

The confidence will come as the healing continues.
The healing will continue as i give myself time.
Time to breathe.
Time to grow.
Time to turn into the person I'm supposed to be.

The person i've wanted to be all along.

Some Poems I Just Found

About a year.5 ago my jewelry was accepted into the gallery i work at. WHOO HOO!! We give a biography about the artists to all of the cusomters who purchase jewelry in our gallery, so i asked my co-worker to help me write mine. Here is what she wrote.

[granted i didn't use any of them, but that doesn't mean they aren't humurous.]

Jewelry is fun.
Jenipher Lyn's is pretty.
Take some home today.
(Haiku)

There once was a girl named Jen.
The jewelry she made was a ten.
She uses some pearls,
and makes it for girls.
And maybe someday for men.
(Limerick)

Jen's jewelry is unique.
The same goes for her tecnique.
(Rhyming couplets)


Fun are't they??