I don’t like to wear my anxiety like a badge.

Always wondering if we are doing the right thing

Backwards, forwards or one sideways move at a time.

One day you are merrily changing diapers, reading books and the next

Wringing your hands about twenty years from now.

Packing up, moving, a starting over that never feels like it stops.

It’s all a grand experiment that I may never see the outcome to.


2 thoughts on “27.

  1. I love the last line of this poem (I feel the same way) and it reminded me of my grandmother who always said she needed to stick around to know how her story ended and I’m pretty sure her story extended to her children and grandchildren in her mind.

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