A Fight Within
I am not ready, but I cannot
fight. The time has come
to settle into life’s defeat. The
longing it has for me to release.
Youth it seems is behind me now
and even though my body is still
vital the actual fact is I’ve been on
Sometimes I wake during the
night for my heart screams not to
let go of my true feelings.
My soul reminds me it is still young,
and it weeps tossing and turning
confused and restless.
Bewildered I want to run, out into
the night and collapse to the ground
like a hurt bird without flight.
It's Time To Grow Wise
Looking up to heaven, he takes
my hand and leads me back to
bed again. It is not punishment
I forsake on you my child. It’s the
burdens I wish to vacate from your
I walked up this mountain; I’m now
standing at the top. I start inching my
way down dodging the rocks. If I should
trip, if I should fall, I would surely spiral
out of control.
A mapped out face I do not want that
could mean I finally yielded to the fight
of old age, one day looking through a
mirror and staring at a woman who is
Grow old gracefully I’ve always
heard. After all, it should
not be so ugly, it should be beauty,
along with wisdom like drinking a nice
bottle of bubbly.
© 2015 Missy Smith