I feel something in me
I know I’ve a lot
left
I can turn outside and point my finger
waggle my arm at the
injustice
but I know
its
just
not
that
sure the world is a whole new place
altered in ways I never saw coming
certainly never prepared for like others with similar signing
but still
pointing a finger never got me forward
despite it’s directional intent
the tables turn and I face my life
if I want which I certainly do
still I
muster the courage
no
the strength
no not that either
the peddle to the metal that’s the best I can give it action
to turn into my next iteration
yes
that’s where I am
standing
to take the step that leads to the
forward motion
it may not be art
I have suspected it’s so for many years now
and certainly not motherhood
good lord let’s be serious here
but it is a completely altered state
I am curious what it will be
while also a bit nervous
I am not too old for this
only a little bit
more cautious
more staid
more stoic about the reality of this turn I face
yes that’s it
I stand what comes will
I only hope
no intend
to grab that ring when it swings my way
again
no matter what the color of the circle formed