unspecial the day arrives and I feel numb it’s just a day no fanfare no miraculous changes no nothing and I don’t feel special at all selfish wishes on my birthday I’m like a child wanting this to be my day wanting to be the centre of attention wanting others to make me feel specialContinue reading “birthday thoughts”
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one
one more day until I change miraculously emerge from the chrysalis of my thirties and bloom with butterfly wings with maturity and wisdom as my watchwords flapping my wings flying into that new life as life begins or is it the other way one more day until I change miraculously crawl wearily out of bedContinue reading “one”
two-day
two-day is for remembering for counting the ways of change in a decade of difference since thirty came and went with small ones tugging at my hands time hurts time heals but time always moves on and so do I
and on the third day …
time is falling from the sky and I’m twisting, arching flinging myself at odd angles trying to avoid the downpour but the years will soak me through one is born one dies one fights the inevitable yet in the end comes acceptance lying down in the feathers of mist drenched in age and as dawnContinue reading “and on the third day …”
the nearing of years
I fear the years in the lines on my skin as forty nears the evidence clears I am old and what is to show from those years just marks on skin or marks on lives or am I merely marking time ’til closing of the daily grind
