It took me twenty-two years to write a complete book of poetry. It can’t be forced; there has to be some serious emotion behind it, and this extremely intense journey–this last twenty-two years of my life–is part of the structure I am made of. Writing is in my soul. It flows so smoothly through all that I am and comes out through a pen on to a page in my book. I find my center and reorganize my goals because I am putting the best part of myself forward, knowing I am not perfect and neither is my work. The funny thing is, my biggest successes have come from overcoming my biggest fears and then realizing I found comfort and safety during the battle. So this is what you get. Just me! Only me!