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zuzu_petals
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Rite of Passage
I am a map for growing
old, and I have a bearing of
what a woman should be.
Back then to be young was
very heaven, but youth found
me getting in my own way
stumbling over parts of
myself.
Wretched times when I would
make it rain, then stand
in it and complain.
Today I take my head from
my hands to remember grim
moments scribed into my
past, nothing more than the trail
I've left behind.
The older I get the more choices
show on my face as I fight to
arrive where I am from where
I've been, going by way where
there is no ecstasy.
Getting too old for wintering
hard, acceptance leans heavy
on my thin from time bones
telling me the awareness of
now is all there is.
zuzu_petals (c) 2005
I am a map for growing
old, and I have a bearing of
what a woman should be.
Back then to be young was
very heaven, but youth found
me getting in my own way
stumbling over parts of
myself.
Wretched times when I would
make it rain, then stand
in it and complain.
Today I take my head from
my hands to remember grim
moments scribed into my
past, nothing more than the trail
I've left behind.
The older I get the more choices
show on my face as I fight to
arrive where I am from where
I've been, going by way where
there is no ecstasy.
Getting too old for wintering
hard, acceptance leans heavy
on my thin from time bones
telling me the awareness of
now is all there is.
zuzu_petals (c) 2005