Today is the 25th day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. This post is about how the term ‘grow old with me’ is becoming rare these days. I think of my parent’s long marriage and wonder if it is now a thing of the past. I hope not.
My wounded heart ached for a while when you left
In all of the confusion and uncertainty,
I decided to pick my life up and find a reason to go on
to find some way to move past the hurt and rejection.
For months, I asked why…..why wasn’t I enough?
You made me feel as if I had a missing piece that you couldn’t live without,
So you found it elsewhere……without the rest of me
I wasn’t what you needed or wanted.
You’ve shaken my self-confidence, but only for the moment.
I know one day soon, I will come back swinging and
whether you are there or not to witness my rebirth
is of no consequence to me because, my real beauty…..
…..my strength…..will be on display for everyone else to see.
I will no longer care that you felt you’d outgrown me,
Because I will know for certain that my opinion matters more
than someone who got scared because my reflection
reminded him that life was short and he feared growing old with me.
That silky skin that you so proudly trot around town will one day
wrinkle and lose its elasticity and vibrant glow like ours have,
but you won’t be around to see it because by then she will begin
to notice that life is short and she feared growing old like you.