I Feel Strong. Not Strong

When I Go To An Art Gallery And Stand In Front Of A Painting, I Don't Want Someone Telling Me What I Should Be Seeing Or Thinking; I Want To Feel Whatever I Feel, See Whatever I See, And Figure Out What I Figure Out.

This Girl With Nothing But Her Own Strength And A Desire To Be Free. With Nothing But A Beating Heart That Is Scared To Be Alone. With Nothing But Clear Blue Eyes That See Through Me And Understand Me. With Nothing But Open Arms Ready To Receive Me. To Stand By Me. To Walk With Me. To Love Me. I Love Her. Lilly. The Girl With Nothing And Everything. Lilly. I Love Her. A Tear Appears. She Smiles. She Leans Forward Kisses My Lips Softly Kisses Me And As Our Lips Touch Barely Touch She Whispers. I Love You Too, James. Our Lips Barely Touching She Whispers. I Love You. Whispers. I Love You.

But That's Part Of Faith. Believing And Knowing Despite What Other People Say, And Despite What The World Might Think Of Your Beliefs.

Be Strong. Live Honorably And With Dignity. When You Don't Think You Can, Hold On.

I'm A Writer. I Never Expected To Be Recognised On The Street. I Never Expected To Get That Kind Of Coverage, Good Or Bad. I Never Expected To Sell As Many Books As I Have.