In mirrors of time, reflections I trace,
A spirit matured, yet a soul out of place,
I wander through years, four decades in stride,
Questions persist, in shadows they hide.
A woman I\'ve grown, with wisdom accrued,
Yet I still feel apart, my thoughts misconstrued,
The rest seem so sure, their emotions aligned,
I\'m caught in a storm, clarity I can\'t find.
Younger, I thought these feelings would fade,
That age would grant me a well-trodden trade,
I\'d learn to think and to feel just like the rest,
Embrace conformity, be society\'s best.
But here in the quiet, the truth I can\'t shun,
My mind has its dance, and it\'s never quite done,
A symphony wild, a misunderstood tune,
A dance with emotions beneath the pale moon.
I questioned, I pondered, I sought to belong,
Yet still, I am different, still sing my own song,
With age I\'ve accepted, embraced what I am,
A uniquely forged soul, unapologetic, I stand.
Though years may go on, and more lessons I\'ll glean,
This path is my own, a mysterious dream,
I\'ll cherish the questions, the feelings that stir,
For in my difference, my true self occurs.
© Susie Stiles-Wolf