Here I am living
Someone else’s
Happily Ever After.

Happily? Mostly .
Ever After?
Unthinkable.

This is not my dream.
Yet,
Here I am

Wondering
How it is I
Let them go.

The Irony of Youth

Looking at myself in the mirror, I think,

"I'm not as old as my license says."

I certainly don't feel any older than I did 15 years ago.

Or I thought I didn't until I started to think:

Why couldn't I have told that young girl not to worry so much?

Not to worry about growing up, getting old.

Not to worry about the size of her waist or arms or thighs or ...

Not to worry about being beautiful or plain or anything less.

Not to worry about being loved or being liked.

Not to worry about how things will work out or not.

Not to worry about getting stuck or moving on.

Not to worry. Because it doesn't change anything. And

Because she is so beautiful and perfect in her own right.

And suddenly I realize, "I have wisdom that only comes with age".

The irony of youth is that we are too young to realize how wonderful we are.

Struggling

Frustrations sizzles on the inside
bursts out unintentionally
exhausting

Where Am I?
What Am I Doing Here?
How Did I Get To This Place?
Where Do I Go From Here Now?

Lift my eyes, precariously
Continue?

Feeling Of Opening

hidden and kept,
quite
ignored, perhaps,
forgotten,
almost

and suddenly spontaneously spouting

it is opened
once
again