14 years since I last wrote
What happened to the soul of the girl
Unafraid
Baring her soul for all to see?
She grew into a woman
A warrior
A force with which to be reckoned
Bending and overextending
Until she'd had enough
And yet she yearns for the girl
The one with a smorgasbord of opportunity
Of possibility
Her language spewed carelessly, but with beauty still
As she embraced the world before her
Who is this woman now?
Peering into the past with both interest and fear
Gathering moments like bits of clay
In the hopes
Of forming them into something new
She is me
She has survived
A failed marriage
An awakening
A deconstruction
The loss of two souls from her womb
The sick reality of her country
As it marches toward fascism
But she stands, still
to give, to receive
But this time--
With limits.
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
14 years since I last wrote
What happened to the soul of the girl
Unafraid
Baring her soul for all to see?
She grew into a woman
A warrior
A force with which to be reckoned
Bending and overextending
Until she'd had enough
And yet she yearns for the girl
The one with a smorgasbord of opportunity
Of possibility
Her language spewed carelessly, but with beauty still
As she embraced the world before her
Who is this woman now?
Peering into the past with both interest and fear
Gathering moments like bits of clay
In the hopes
Of forming them into something new
She is me
She has survived
A failed marriage
An awakening
A deconstruction
The loss of two souls from her womb
The sick reality of her country
As it marches toward fascism
But she stands, still
to give, to receive
But this time--
With limits.
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