Do you feel a year older?
Surprised at my own reaction
I actually feel
older, exactly a year older
I'm freer in the sense that the chip on my shoulder is light enough now that I can call it a boulder
I keep my back strong
I weigh it down with the times that I used to hold her
Time
like the flames that turned to smolder
A pile,
just a number of molecules in specific orders
They're the tools that created order
A thought process that made me feel older
That made me feel older, but who delivered the order?
After I blew out the candle
right before my eyes the number changed
Who said the words, who gave the decree, who said that I could be older?
Why should I be so blessed to
be
older?
A poem about thoughts during my birthday