Poem One<\/p>\n
End Game<\/p>\n
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Is it my imagination?<\/p>\n
Is it like this for everyone?<\/p>\n
My ten year old me timidly not seeing much else.<\/p>\n
But the thirteen year old is elbowing for space \u2013 not quite as innocent.<\/p>\n
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Life hasn\u2019t been linear.<\/p>\n
My ten year old had no doubt, was confident.<\/p>\n
My twenty year old had a lot more uncertainty, had to consider where I fit in, and realized that<\/p>\n
I was not floating on a preordained template. Had to plan and decide.<\/p>\n
The certainty of uncertainty hit home.<\/p>\n
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Looking back I realize how privileged and cared for I was.<\/p>\n
So sure that the future had a plan for me.<\/p>\n
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Grappling, I realized I needed to jump templates from cared for child who didn\u2019t need to make decisions to a struggling student whose grasp of quadratic equations defined who I was to a being with choice. Who do I want to be?<\/p>\n
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The answer came in a flash of light and a combination of circumstances, the words of a teacher and a bum on the street.<\/p>\n
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Family and career engulphed the new me. And like every other phase it moved on to the next undefined stage as one more curtain rose and fell in my play.<\/p>\n
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I planned three surgeries and tumbled into another during this endemic pandemic that at times seems bathed in pathetic. Is anything different as I see ugly roar like a lion all over the globe?<\/p>\n
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My onionskin self has so many me\u2019s to consider the new world and where I fit in.<\/p>\n
Friends and acquaintances are falling like trees in a cyclone. Is this a weird combination of circumstance or is it age?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I guess I\u2019ll need to figure that out.<\/p>\n
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