Waiting for the moment of adulthood
for that time when I will feel certain.
When the doubt and fear will be
replaced by confidence and calm.
When decisions come swiftly
and are accepted without concern.
A place of righteous thought
and compassionate acts.
Where I can feel comfortable
min my own skin,
even though I’m near the end.
With skin so wrinkled and pallor so pale
I wait for the moment and exhale.
Christy, this is a wonderful poem. Made me tear up. Very moving. Thank you.