Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Person I Used to Be

I am not the shape of my body
Or the color of my skin
These are merely landmarks
Of the person I am

Once upon a distant time
I was a girl of many dreams
But somewhere in life’s forward march
They got lost,
It seems

Too many passions folded
Then surrendered to Time’s greed
The future does not give us
What we want, but what we

Sometimes, in perfect moments
As the evening slips away
In gold-vermilion vesture; I become
For blissful half-breaths the girl of

Don’t misunderstand; I’m not ungrateful
But being a woman is bitter-sweet
Girlish freedom is a pasture
Beneath lost day-dreams and
Bare feet

I’ve traded luring day-dreams
For a better mystery
Of motherhood and the adrenaline rush
Of what is yet
To be

© Janet Martin

'Between the girl I once was
And the woman I’ve become
Lie too many

Doris Day in Don’t Eat the Daisies

Our Writer's Group challenge; Where is the person I used to be?


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