And just for thought...
In my life, I have been so many different things, a handful of characters, quirky and serious the same.
I look at my hands, a bit more wrinkled than I remembered, a bit more scarred than I would like but all is fair after these many years.
I have never been one to dwell once I decided I no longer wanted to hang on to hang ups.
There is a cold breeze across my neck, reminding me of so many other cold breezes that crossed my neck
and all I can think of is how nothing has changed.
I often dream of that rocking chair that I will inevitably sit in, knitting and humming,
smiling as the days pass me by.
I will have oh so many things,
A daughter, someone's mother, their wives,
a friend, someone somebody once knew.
All of these rolls made me a bit better, a bit worse, some didn't change me at all.
I have been a victim, a villain, the one who stirred the pot
but what I have always been is a survivor,
the hesitant leader, a hopeless romantic.
I have a scar on my knee from chicken pox
and a scar on my ankle from falling off a car.
I have stretch marks on my belly from where my child once grew
and the hole in my heart from when I lost my father, the chip on my shoulder he gave me,
but for all these things I have, once was
I am the same girl I always was, always will be.
Time will change the moles on my skin.
Time will teach me new lessons
but time makes who we truly are clearer everyday.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.