This life has moved swiftly
My hair has greyed
My skin has paled
i’m a little rounder
plumper
Objects may appear closer than what they are
i hardly wear make-up now
i tire easily
and I have aches and pains i picked up
Along the way
A train came and
i travelled the years
My story changed
as i turned the page
and in the middle of the plot
the characters too changed
i found myself in the middle of a poem
and then i stopped reading
not wanting to know how the story unfolded
Now i am here
Hardly recognising the person
i see reflected in the window
the strangeness of a dream lingers
familiar yet
unknown
A few cracks and bruises
no one could have seen it coming
Watching the world go by in a
darkened tunnel
But there is light,
there is always light
as long as you’re willing to dig
through the rubble
i see it now
as this joyride slows
everything comes back into perspective
i am not yet done.