I went from a child peacemaker
To enter adulthood through a hall of invisible terror
I would have clicked my heels three times,
there’s no one like old Misty,
*click*
there’s no one like child Misty,
*Click*
there’s no one like farsighted Misty,
*CLICK*
Once through that ten-million-mile hall
I have no desire to turn around,
even facing the Sisyphean task
of constantly dressing wounds
of so many siblings,
trying to hold a mother’s tidal wave of chaos at bay.
As I tiptoe through the start of middle age
I am facing the possibility
of a life without children of my own,
but, perhaps I have more to offer than DNA
whose only limit is the span of my entire life
Though that is not the choice I will ever make
I will not feel empty if it is a choice made for me.
SickyBeat 