as far back as I could remember, I looked forward to turning 50. No matter the turbulence of my life. Perhaps its the old soul within these old bones. Perhaps, its the attachment felt.
I am me. Right here. I am me.
All my imperfections. All my physical limitations, I am me.
Confident, exotic, spiritual, and soulful; my lady of 50.
I am me.
Introverted. Extreme. Passionate. I am me.
Heart. Intelligent. Scared. I am me.
Insecure. Lonely. I am me.
I will embrace. Laugh at. Love. Appreciate. And accept “ME”
Physical disabilities and all.
I. Am. Me