It’s creeping up on me
It’s getting closer
The days are getting shorter
The years are zooming by
I look back at pictures
My face is getting leaner
My body’s getting stronger
I am less afraid
I remember you and I’m sorry I never got a chance to say goodbye
There are things I have wanted for a while – where did these things stem from?
How long have I wanted them?
And what has been stopping me from obtaining all that I can?
It’s knocking at my door
It’s about to spill over the edge – SURFACE TENSION!
It’s catching on like wild fire
Burning away the underbrush that has cluttered the forest floor for centuries
Can I really be this old?!
I’m not old, God is old, the Koran is old, I am not old!
Cat’s don’t place judgment, why should you?
“Because it’s my right!” You say
You have a right, and so do I
I have a right to put on a red hat and strut in my skivvies down Main Street
I think I’ll do just that!
Ta Ta For Now!
You old bag of cockles
I have a right to act my age, or not!
3 comments:
I like this, it's introspective and yet defiant. Like an argument that you have with yourself.
Strut down Main Street in your skivvies, such an image of rebelling against the normality of adulthood and the accepted actions of society. I feel like this all the time
xo
Also, the idea of surface tension, like a cauldron. It has a fevered, appallingly nervewracking feel to it, I love your use of language :)
This is amazing. you write beautifully. And in short sentences, my favorite. (:
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