Reluctant Revelations

 

Perhaps it’s a level

Of maturity

Realizations

Of what cannot be

Or perhaps it is simply

That I resisted

To accept what never

Really existed

Perhaps it is nothing

But an excuse

To redeem myself

From truths I refused

Perhaps I fell in love

Not with a thing

But with the enticement

Of what it might bring

Perhaps I really was

Foolish and bold

Or perhaps I am merely

Getting old

© Janet Martin