When youth is grown

It’s through the days of youth that’s grown you realize how time’s spent. You live and breathe in their embrace to love, provide and protect. Hour by hour, day by day, their existence consumes you. You wake to the light in their eyes, swim in their yearnings and lay down in their sighs.

You waylay, set aside your desires, bequeathing what’s now theirs and no more yours.

And then one day, when their youthfulness is spent. When the smiles are gone and they’ve moved on, you look in the mirror and sense your youth is gone too.

You are no more the young woman with dreams, the one who easily smiled, jovial, hopeful and wanted.

You’re the shell of what used to be holding a woman who had to become what they needed and who, you felt compelled you ought to be. Love buried you. Ensconced is a woman who had to be who can’t be no more. For she is not whom they want or wanted. 

With your youth spent, who do you wish to be? Who can you be? Who should you be? 

Published by Life: Between the lines

A thinker. I analyze everything. I live in my head, sometimes it is my protective mechanism and most times, I just like it. My mind has not failed me yet... My life's mantra: "Treat others as you would like to be treated". Blessed be! Fave quotes:“I'm not concerned with your liking or disliking me. All I ask is that you respect me as a human being.” Jackie Robinson

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