2017

You are so fresh
so new, unused
and yet you crippled me
when you made your entrance, were introduced

 

An unwritten story
you are supposed to be
more like a chapter or a song
not yet composed by you or me

 

I broke free from chains of self last year
new ones already lurking, always there
reminding me of who I do not want to be
a girl, a misfit or a fantasy

 

Freedom is what I need most
company, good wine and food
and your innocence to last
until my lessons learned have reached my heart

 

I am ready now to seek the road
the path I’ve always longed to walk
a route so dark sometimes and lonely
filled with doubt, uncertainty and phonies

 

I am prepared now for the fear, the grief
and yet I know I’ll never be
I’ll always struggle with myself
my independence and mental wealth

 

Ghosts of 16 I bid you farewell
asking my muse to finally stay
I need the love her anger stirs
the confidence her words provoke

 

I need your goodness, too, your light
a sign of hope in unsettled times