March is almost over guys, but I made a last minute decision to post this one. I have been haggling between three different poems to post this month, and I couldn't settle. I've no idea why that was, but I'm glad to have come to a conclusion and posted Dear Lady Cheyenne . I'm not sure if it's going to come across to my readers that this is an actual real person. And my feelings, despite the fact that I have allowed it to bother me to the extent of writing a poem about it, are next to none. The truth is, you can only be pushed away so far. And I was pushed into the abyss. I did wonder what went on in her mind..I even wondered why I wasn't good enough.. I still wonder, but I now know that I'm not the problem. You see, things change and people change, I've grown up abiding by that saying.. It's just, this is ridiculous. The person on which this poem is based just woke up one morning and stepped out of her own world. She caused herself the hugest