And, But, Yet
I'm melancholy,
but overjoyed.
I'm frustrated,
yet determined.
I'm scared,
and have never felt so bold.
I'm insecure in my abilities,
but confident in my beliefs.
I'm lonely,
and never alone.
I'm clueless,
but intuitive.
I'm worried about the future,
yet have never been more excited about what's to come.
I'm tired,
but anxious to get things done.
I'm so filled with emotions,
yet feel my words fall short.
I'm captivated by her presence,
but content in my captivity.
I'm obsessed with her,
and thrilled to have this obsession.
I'm forever ruined,
and beyond pleased,
beyond happy,
beyond lucky,
beyond honored,
beyond in love,
and just blessed to be a mom -- her mom.
