I am too old for this shit.
I am too old
to think
I don’t deserve
a new set
of unbroken dishes.
Too old
to be disgusted
with what I see in my mirror.
I am too old
to put up with people
who take and take
without a care for me.
I am too old
to not believe in myself.
I am too old
to continue
to mold my life
on what
I think
others think
I should or
should not do.
Too old
to beat myself up
because it was safer
if I did it first
instead of waiting for Them.
But they,
they are long gone,
and I,
I am too old for this shit.
Because I am too young.
I am too young
to spend the rest of my life
wallowing in what they thought of me.
I am too young
not to love myself,
my strong body,
my sparkling smile, and
my kind eyes.
I am too young
not to rejoice
in each new gift
of a day.
I am too young
too ignore my capacity
for making a difference in this life.
So I wade into the ocean of change,
watching the warm water eddy around my legs,
feeling comfort in the movement
that loosens the dung of my past
and carries it away.
It is time
to break through the chrysalis
and starting living a new life.
Because I am too old for
that shit.