Not What I Thought It Would Be by Toni L.A. Clegg

Tomorrow is never a guarantee

This truth is present and weighty

Time is ticking towards thirty

This future I cannot quite see

Finds me, now a divorcee

In this strange land where I’m oddly free

It’s not what I thought it would be

Married again, a mother wannabe

Yet I pause here in place like a lonely tree

Unmoved by the wind and the whispering sea

Missing my pain like an amputee

 

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the passage of life… by Toni L.A. Cross

when the seasons begin to blend

and the years start to run together

like wet paint left vertical
 
then age creeps upon you
 
like a heavy cloak
 
and moments flee into hours
 
which melt into days
 
and the weight drags you downward
 
to a royal stately bed
 
the chamber of passage
 
into the land without time
 
you begin to hear a music unearthly to the core
 
that makes you want to shed
 
everything you have ever known
 
to be free
 
open
 
bare
 
just as you were
 
before your birth
 
squeezed and compressed your being
 
into the confines of oxygen and clocks