31 years old (not young) is how I shall phrase it
because with age comes experience
and with experience comes wisdom
I would not trade in the last ten years
for the fleeting feeling of youth
I am a woman now
and yes that includes all the
complexities and secrets
that womanhood entails
While I long to see places exotic and far away,
I am not in denial and can accept that these
journeys and adventures are likely beyond me,
somewhere in a dream,
lost in a distant thought
I just wish to find my voice again,
feel a soft breeze on my face,
never forget the smell of an old book
perhaps run through the woods,
bare-footed, howling at the moon
any thing and every little spark that reminds me
that while I am 31 years old,
I am still here,
ready to absorb all of which life has to offer
longing to feel everything,
pain, pleasure, happiness, sadness,
pride, courage, anger, even helplessness
the soon exchanging of rings,
the pitter patter of little feet,
followed by handing over car keys and
waving goodbye as they too grow up
my hair slowly showing gray and white strands
wrinkles around my eyes,
the deep-thought line in my forehead that I already have,
loosing my sight and hearing,
rocking in a chair with my sweetie on the front porch
of a home that will carry on in our family for generations
long after we are gone
I am not afraid to die.
It is not living that terrifies me so.
