Sonnet of Me

Walking through the piles inside my brain
Trying to find me under or over,
Going from this stack to that stack in vain
Like a bee will from clover to clover.

I'm finding pieces of me here and there
Not the whole woman just small parts of her
I have found a part of her childhood here
Take care not to go near her “pet peeve” burr!

Found her morals, caring and heart at last
Next to her resolve and her temperament.
Here is her sense of humor, what a blast!
Now through but what does all this represent?

That fourteen lines can never fully say
All that is me… Uh uh… There's just no way!