Sunday, 15 November 2009

Turning of the Decade

Time misplaces you more than any lover, brother or small print book,
Turning of age or landmark or both cuts deep.
I am not the person everyone predicted I was destined to be.
I am the person I thought I would never be.
Yet, I am secretly gushing over my new found path
Treacherous, painful and lacking in any tangible measure,
My lifelong dreams plague me with glittering nightmares,
Shiny nightmares of my inhibited feet,
Ashamed and unworthy awkwardly sits amongst my peers.
My success is only written on paper and all my failures transcribed on every bill.
I am terrified of the new dawn.

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