Grown-up?
I am caught... Caught in between girlhood and womanhood. A very hard place to be. I am living an adult life and yet I an stuck in a seventeen year old body.Ironing Out the Wrinkles
Life was once a tangled mess.
Like missing pieces, in a game of chess.
Like only half a pattern for a dress.
Like saying no, but meaning yes.
Like wanting more, and getting less.
But I'm slowly straightening it out.
Life was once a tangled vine.
Like saying yours, and meaning mine.
Like feeling sick, but saying fine.
Like ordering milk, and getting wine.
Like seeing a tree, and saying vine.
But I'm slowly straightening it out.
Life is now a lot more clear.
The tangles are unraveling,
And hope is near.
Sure there are bumps ahead.
But no more do I look on with dread.
After fourteen years the tangles have straightened.
(Vanessa Regal)
I'm still ironing out the wrinkles and untangling the vine. But I know that Father will be there for me. He will help me bloom into the rose He wants me to be.
posted by Kari @ 4:07:00 PM
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