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Future Me.

Stranded. 
Left alone with only my 
thoughts to keep me company. 
Yet still- 
They aren't helping me to smile. 
[right away] 

I'll be 38 tomorrow.... and I think 
to myself- 
"Why isn't my life where I thought it 
would be when I was 20?" 

Sometimes, 
I know I kept along the regular route. 
Then other times, 
I knew I followed the path less 
traveled. 
[those were the hardest lessons] 

But much valued and needed. 

I see my life as simply...... 
"mine." 
I know no one has the exact same one 
as me. 
Not my child, nor my husband, 
or my siblings. Not anyone. 

We blend, but only as if to merge into 
oncoming traffic, with stop, go's and 
cautions. 

I'm reminiscent now. 

I miss my parents. 
I feel they would be proud of the woman 
I've become. 
[that brings a smile, easily] 

I'm proud too, of the woman who has 
yet to emerge from me, and who I 
know will be an asset to my life. 

The me less afraid. The me I lost 
somewhere along the way. 

The future me. 

The one with the scars that are healed 
and the tear stained cheeks. 
The wrinkles around my mouth, 
from the millions of 
smiles, and the gray hair that has 
yet to blossom through my brown hair. 

Yes I'll be 38 tomorrow, and I know 
how blessed I am, and how blessed 
I'll be also, when I'm 60. 

I'm happy, and sad. 
But content with 
how well I've done with little or no help 
from others. 
I am strong, yet weak when needed. 
I know for sure that the past me, 
met with the present me, and now I look 
forward to the things to come.... 

Happy Birthday future me.

Copyright © Julia Hill | Year Posted 2007

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