17 turning 70

redenanimous

a birthday is approaching

another memory kicks in.

it's somewhat vague

yet it lingers,

just another blurry haze.

and now it's repeating.

i can't say it was traumatic,

it doesn't leave me trembling

and it's not making my throat dry

but it does

make me flinch a little 

it does make me hitch my breath

and yet

why would it traumatize me if i wanted it to happen.

why would it traumatize me if i begged for it,

if i'm still begging for it,

if i still dream of it.

  • Author: red. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 4th, 2022 00:37
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 17
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  • L. B. Mek

    personally, I choose to cheat!
    I have given myself a different
    metric for age
    see, with me
    my heart, has its own - parallel
    yet self determined, age
    so whatever my birth certificate
    tries to dictate
    for me personally, my true age
    is determined by my heart
    not its physical health or condition
    but its capacity
    to hope, dream and aspire
    for those opportune giggles
    of a whimsically, light-hearted
    life...
    lol
    (thanks for sharing
    really like your title)



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