What makes someone turn
their head in my direction?
Is it tangible:
the swing in my step,
the sun kissed tan of my legs,
or maybe, they caught
the shake of my head,
me laughing at a puppy:
that child within me.
I am all woman:
confident and insecure,
brave and yet frightened
Sexy innocent
bold mysterious, humble
with so much at stake,
how am I to know
what my future wisdom wants.
Soon it will call me
from an undefined
place, and I will contemplate
if I need to know
where my will takes me,
the decisions I will make,
if i will be here,
in the in between.
Will love find its way to me
before I grow old,
will I be alone
a lone, world traveler?
Should I, shouldn’t I.
My middle self thinks
’tis better to be surprised
than filled with regret.
buried underneath
my questions remain unknown
and so I go on.
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