On Middle Age
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Freedom comes with loneliness.
Iíve tasted all of the lies and the myriad
moments of yearning.
The truth is,
Aging is a cruel joke of the Divine.
In my forgiveness, there is nothing that will not be forgiven me, by Him.
(Iím forced to trade in my bikini for a mantle of WISDOM)
So nibble away, years.
Iíll nibble at the table scraps
that once were cakes and pies.
And perhaps one morsel yet will fill me
and resemble an ťclair.
Better to hold cannonball questions always
and not some banal banner of bitterness.
Meanwhile, I will continue to deny
the whirlwind that quietly wages