Never Thought
A poem on life
I never thought I’d make it this far.
I had daydreams of the future yet
somehow in those dreams
I was in my twenties always
In some stasis.
As if I couldn’t imagine or fathom my life beyond thirty.
A dark clouded atmosphere mind never thought to see the light.
If I looked too far into my own future my eyelids grew heavy and closed to reality.
My mind built a dungeon around me,
punishing me for every thought and action.
I had to claw my way out
breaking limbs in the process.
I found myself on the other side of thirty,
like some desolate space that needed life.
I had a fresh canvas to paint
And no expectations.
There was a void still within me,
A void of wonder.
A desire to know where I could be if I had faith in myself sooner.
If I had people to lift me when I fell from my own grace.
I’m here now though,
Where I’d never thought I’d be.
It’s all mine,
my blank canvas to build my victory.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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I just wanna give you the biggest hug
When I was a kid, I always thought 40 was old and that I'd never, EVER see that age. Well, here I am at the tender age of 76 and still hanging on. I am my own person (except when my husband needs something) but even then, I dance to keep active, and write to keep sane. 76 isn't so bad after all.