Catching Up by Rose The date on my birth certificate Tells me I have been legally alive For nineteen years. My mother tells me that I was always offended when others Would treat me according to my chronological age. In my mind, just because I was five Didn’t give others license to talk to me like I was five. I was born with the soul of a Twentysomething career woman; Always sharp, ambitious, and a little too eager, Ready to taste all life had to offer. Ready to get knocked down and pull myself back up. My chronic struggle has been between The nature of my soul And the vessel it was carried in. I believe my birth certificate is a liar. I know I have been alive for longer than nineteen years. I feel with a heart that’s far too weary for my age. I see with eyes that are both sharper and fuzzier. I’ve lived lifetimes in a matter of seconds, And son, you don’t know what a toll that is on your body. I am the kind of tired you can’t sleep off; It’s the kind that grows with you. You can’t bribe it away with any amount Of unconsciousness. Maybe one day, My body and my soul with catch up to each other. The two will finally become one fluid being. Until then, I resign myself to another useless night’s sleep.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 04:40:40 +0000
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