It’s a bittersweet moment in time.
I’m in a salted caramel state of mind.
Chocolate drizzle running down my face.
Feeling helpless about stating my case.
Words fall melted from my mouth.
Pools of verbiage flowing out.
Sticky, chewy…pulling at my teeth
Shattered sentences lay at my feet.
I sometimes wonder, perhaps as we all do, where life would have taken me had I made different choices. Then, quickly following that thought is all the things I would have missed out on in life had I not made those exact choices. My conclusion, I am exactly where I am supposed to be and that is okay…for now.
On April 16, 1986, fifteen days after my 17th birthday and my first year as a teenage mother I wrote this poem:
The Tower of Goal
In my mind there is a tower
Reaching high above all else.
And next to it is a ladder
that which I must climb myself.
Upon the rungs of this ladder
are obstacles to make me ail.
But I’ll keep climbing,
I’ll reach the top.
No, I must not fail.
For in my mind, upon the tower
there is a person I see
and when I reach the top,
I’ll find that person is me!
I am still climbing that ladder. I still see myself standing at the top of it. I just keep going. Undaunted. Committed to succeed.