Fast approaching 53
It’s about time
I be, who I’m meant to be
It’s time for change
I can’t move on
If things just
Stay the same
There is only one thing
That I am desperate for
And still it’s remains
Out of my reach
It would appear
That all the men I meet
Seem to think
They have a lesson to teach
But I am old school
Not quite
4 score and twenty
But of lets downs
And insincerity
Believe me
I have had plenty
I had spent
Way too much time
With the wrong man
And even though it’s over
I’m still paying for the crime
But now as I reach
The tender age of 53
I realise that
He has no hold on me
Of the shadows
That he left
I have no more need to look
I’ve wiped clean his pages
It’s time to start writing
A brand new book
When I became free
I embraced the life
That lay ahead of me
How little I knew
How troubled my road
Had intended to be
I’ve come of age
Once again
It’s time to break
My invisible chains
I am becoming
Who I am meant to be
I am still growing
And I still sparkle
At the tender age of 53
Sharon Carter-Wray
(20thJune 2018)