When I was seven, I believed the moon was chasing me around.
Following my every step as my feet walked upon the mossy ground.
At age eleven, I thought I was the ugliest girl that ever could be.
Glancing in the mirror, I hated the reflection that was looking back at me.
At fifteen, I imagined the love that I longed to find.
The two of us together, I would be his, and he would be mine.
At twenty years, I believed that whatever I desired,
I could easily obtain.
Looking back, I wish I went to school instead of buzzing on beer and cocaine.
At twenty five, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.
I put the past aside, and she became my world.
At thirty three, my husband lwalked away.
I didn’t see that one coming, what else can I say?
Life went on, I met another.
At thirty nine, the second time I became a proud mother.
Fourthly six, where am I now?
Still stumbling and, fumbling,
Through life’s crazy show.
Where the road will take me next,
I’m yet to know.