the stigma of age, of youth,
of actively trying not to feel it:
not too old to mourn,
not too young to cry.
i need be only what i am,
nothing more--
right?
or is it nothing less,
an aspiration of purity of spirit:
i imagine that i can be whole,
i see myself maintaining grace.
not too old to rebel,
not too young for faith.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
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