Some of you became young mothers
Your whole life laid before you
In those tiny hands and the beautiful soul
Hidden in your baby's eyes
Some of you were wives long before
Life let out any of its distressed sighs
Some of you learned your lines
Your script was in the context
Of family and partnership
Attached at the hip-
You never boarded the ship
Destined for distant lands
Dates, dinners, diamond rings and diapers
Adorned your hands instead
Some of you were found
While the rest of us were bound
To keep searching
Or not--perhaps never destined to be caught
However the outcome, though-
We bought the story
It was sold to us in the unspoken
Graduation into adulthood
The ceremonious divide
Between the single woman and bride
About the Creator
Kt
I embarked to my favorite coastline several years ago in search of feeling in a dark season and accdientally wrote a poem. I have written ever since.
Poetry is what my friends know me for, but words burn in my bones.
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