I am not a fan Of this growing old The chaos in my cells Little girl inside Old woman outside The aches and pains Of an uncooperative body While my mind still runs through meadows Memories of 60 years like yesterday To a time where aging was as futuristic as star travel “I can’t wait to grow up…” I am running out of time “When I am an adult I will…” There is so much left I want to do When will I be an adult? Whispers, “When I am ashes”
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #275: Chaos
Your loneliness was palpable Bitter regret on my tongue From all the lessons learned but forgotten All the forever’s that never happened I know I was not the salve you wanted A poor substitute for the lost soul of your dreams Instead of releasing you, I made it about me And it was never about me Yet to forgive myself has been the hardest lesson of all The beauty in forgiveness is my hope for the future So I am sorry
I release you
I release myself
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #259: Hope
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