this is my journey and i refuse to be veered off course.
i'm hopeful these days,full of optimism.
my life is about to take an exciting new route
and i'll be damned if i don't hold the reigns.
i've seen many women on the side of their own road; they've been broken down,
typically by a man and/or shattered spirits
arising out of empty promises.
i've pulled over and stopped a few times,
to see how they are,
to offer positivity towards a new path,
or to selfishly fuel-up on reasoning behind my solitariness.
the stories they offer are remarkably similar
in that they have:
the same beginning
[of setting out to conquer the world],
a monotonous middle
[frequently including the meeting of a man],
and the synonymous end
[entailing the adopting of her mate's dreams as her own,
diluting her original passion with his (or lack thereof) ,
acquiring "him" as her very existence,
erasing her].
and they look so dead,
their longing eyes are filled with what never was.
all too often a woman willinglyforgets her identity for "security" and "love",
although these words,
in their truest meaning,
are often misconstrued
and prove to not be nearly enough
to fill the void
and the loss,
of her.
i fear losing myself- only to be morphed into a man that reeks of dependence
and fears a woman that has dreams of her own.
this is why i don't mind flirting with "love" and sharing my heart for today,
only to take it back tomorrow.
because i don't have thoughts of forever-
not until i've grasped my own existence
and can stand next to a man,
instead of being stranded at his feet.
