Contrary to what I feared, I didn't wake up menopausal...instead I was in the mood for poetry.
I remember when I thought 40 was unfortunately old,
And when I thought heavy metal was the schnitzel.
When I thought I’d never have a boyfriend,
Or get past this broken heart.
I remember thinking I was ugly,
That there was always something wrong.
When I thought I’d never understand my mom,
And I wouldn’t even want to.
I remember feeling experienced in the world,
And then really waking up.
I remember wishing I was dead,
And never feeling more alive.
I remember being young without responsibilities,
And I remember being young with responsibilities.
I remember climbing trees and falling flat on my face.
I remember crawling on the floor with a cast on my leg.
I don’t remember learning to read and barely how to write.
But I don’t have a good memory.
I remember when I thought 40 was old,
And I’ll remember it’s a fleeting thought.
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