and thus a poems initiates itself,
my bona fides, working woman,
with many creature comforts afforded,
I am a woman who works, and saves
For rainy days that are currently showering
on my head
Child of well to do parents, thus, a safety net
presumed beneath me a few inches off the floor,
but never has it been mentioned, never has the
topic been raised, and it could be illusory, therefore
I extravagance shun, though my existence is
fairytale especially now that I reach the unspoken
boundary of 25 years of age and youthful is not
In the lexicon those who peruse my modeling
credentials
So who am I to write upon these words above,
possibly cocooned, but never an assumption relied upon,
So I commence a new phase, with uncertainty bespoke,
And no clear pathway with one-way signs straight ahead,
this way this way if not a map trip that Google maps can
Plot with any certainty
just certainty, we were born for meaning…