
Start writing... I loved to craft and edit
I loved film and show
But these passions labeled me dramatic, sports star was the way to go
I loved to be hands on
To experience new and exciting things
But once again, college mattered most,
and I a bird with clipped wings
I could have fought the current
Could have been against the grain
But my insecurities dominated me
Need for acceptance my greatest pain
The years have made me stronger
Made me confident in who I am
Yet my reflection is that of age and fading
Irrelevant, forgotten, too old to start again.
I'd like to be that girl again
To stand right where she stood
To fix what all was lacking, broken,
Misunderstood.
Yet 33 is where life finds me
My curtain already drawn
I'm now the stagehand, the homing beacon
For four new glorious songs.
What I've found most interesting
Is the more time that goes on
My heart still feels the same age and longing
As the first day of my song.


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