I Was Finding My Goodness At Twenty

I was shy at twenty, afraid to look in mirrors,
Scared of what I saw.
I remember the first time I looked in one and saw that I was pretty.
I gasped, and it frightened me. 
I felt proud and ashamed.

I am so beyond that now,
feeding my muse with happy antidotes,
flinging poetry and art onto canvases, confident 
I am doing so well it might embarrass another, not me.

I was hesitant when I was twenty,
Careful to not alienate anyone, 
Never using a swear word,
Hoping everyone would like me.

I have fifteen hundred facebook friends now.
I had eighteen hundred, but I de-friended three hundred of them.
Unfriended them, unfollowed them, and loved every second of it.
Knowing now the only opinion I care about is mine.

Today I thoroughly approve of the "me" I have created.
Trixie my muse is my pirate queen.
We take no prisoners now, and make no apologizes.
When the phone rings we laugh -slaves, and minions to no one.
Mirrors make us happy.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Bangalee Avatar
January 15, 2019 at 12:03 AM
its your brilliant greatness in this life
Krutsinger Avatar
January 15, 2019 at 1:31 AM
Thank you Mahtab. I do try to throw it all out there. Ha!
Kiser Avatar
January 14, 2019 at 4:47 PM
All I see in the mirror is...wrinkly...wrinkly...wrinkly...augh! Oh love the line: "Trixie my muse is my pirate queen."
Krutsinger Avatar
January 14, 2019 at 9:53 PM
She stopped kicking me and paid attention when we read this, so thank you for saving me from a headache tonight, M.L.
Anyabolu Avatar
January 14, 2019 at 1:28 PM
were you afraid of beauty in your twenties, nice work here.kudos
Krutsinger Avatar
January 14, 2019 at 4:44 PM
I was shocked and scared about thinking any good thoughts about me at all, growing up knowing this was wrong.
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