Without Limits

Most of my life I’ve fit into a small four-sided box. I had no thought I might escape this prison with no locks. Obedient daughter of my parents and the ever-loving wife striving to be the perfect mother, I put limits on my life. I can’t pretend that I am sorry I prized their welfare over mine, but with ending of my duties life can be of my design. It is far too late I realize for the plans I laid aside when I promised to be dutiful as a young and happy bride. After thirty years of employment, for a while it was a shock. that I need not set the buzzer. I don’t revolve around the clock. I have missed the chance, I’m certain, to have accumulated wealth, but there are roles unlimited for elders in good health. I have found a latent talent that has been with me since birth. I’ve had the chance to let it grow and to travel o’er the Earth. With this forum so unlimited I can send my words afar with unfettered possibilities they could catch upon a star. With my little house around me to protect me from the storm, I have limitless time to venture. I dare to tackle a new form. By: Joyce Johnson For Paula's contest "Limitless"