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Thrilling, Terrifying Change

Why, again, do I have to choose
When for most, my age,
the time for choosing is over?
Decisions once thought concrete
prove to be thin ice thawing.
A life planned, practically, womb to tomb
until fickle fate bursts into the room.
Exhausted, trying to convince others of my worth
once imagined self-evident.
Selling myself when I thought
all sales were final.
My edge, getting duller,
begrudgingly cuts through
a new morass of tedious red-tape.
And if love comes knocking,
again, on my door
perhaps  I’ll slice into
newly baked wedding cake
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
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Author's Note
NaPo 2023 #6. Just trying to make sense of my new life adventure.
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