TRochelle - Divinely Designed … Self Defined

Who am I? I love when this question is presented not because I have some kind of awesome answer (because I don’t) but because it makes me take a new inventory of myself.

I am prominently a product of the Universe, a daughter, a sister, a Godmother, a friend, an entrepreneur and finally an artist (classically trained pianist, vocalist, poet, writer).  I’ve come to find that I have passion that I never again thought would burn. I am light.

I am blessed with a gift that I cannot even begin to verbalize – as I have not yet come to terms with the fact that its mine. It’s kind of like that new toy you got as a kid … they SAID its yours but you’re just not sure – so you’re just going to admire it. Then after admiring it, you start to use it and you protect it with everything that you are. You won’t let friends play with it because they may break it. Yes … that’s my gift. I share it with some – but for the most part, I keep it to myself. Too afraid that it may not be understood, thus broken. I am gifted.

My artistry is my life, and that is where the idea for this site was born. Somewhere to document my life as I learn it, live it and continue to love it. I am Intuition.

I am who I am … I answer to myself and the Universe. The things that I do, and the things that I say, I take full responsibility for – my failures as well as my victories – all mine. I don’t hide behind my words or whatever else there may be. I am true.

My mission: To see all there is to see on MY journey and to always give all I can …

Mission Ongoing

I am peace.

So … Who R U?

~TRochelle~

Who R U?

I am not a poet
And…
This ain’t poetry
Just my thoughts manifested in words
In a rhythm
conjured up by me

My character
the ink
The paper
your mind
Read what I write
and
Myself you will find

Many don’t know
who I am
And I doubt that many care

But by the way
of my pen
They’ll know that I was there

I may not make a big impact
Won’t even speak a word
‘Cause by the way of my pen
My voice will always be heard

As my character from the tip
Of my pen does flow
My spirit from the garden
Of my soul will grow

I am not a poet
And…
This ain’t poetry

Just my thoughts
Manifested in words
In a rhythm
Conjured up by me

02’Intuition’05