Rare Treasure Poem by Rayniece D. Clayborne

my mind has been under serious construction.
so many and yes much information.
I obtain, constant preparations.
I find myself thirsty.. the quest for knowledge.
i'm excited, the flame has indeed been ignited.
I'm planting, planting, planting...the seeds.
The seeds of faith, are being watered.
My thoughts as if contained..inside the beautiful box.
NO such thing as if it's too late for me Never!
I'm very determined, and qiute clever concerning how to deal.
The power within has me..leaving no stone unturned.
I share all that's given me.. true to life.
I didn't have to do anything but..ask for the key.
The keymaster was very gracious in me receiving this gift.
I take this as a very precious... and yes priceless... it's called.
Turning the light on..and allowing myself to see what everyone does.
No lie I try..or better yet do appreciate, , and will always treasure intellect.