The Path Late Traveled?

Time to change my life
Almost 40, time to wife
Run away from strife

Hoping union stays
The endless rollout of days
And lame toil, I pray

Do I really want this?
Societal pressures, Miss?
Seal it with a kiss

Plow ahead, don’t stop
Broken dreams and tears to mop
Cracks of doubt to caulk

Learning to know “Me”
Before “Us” can become “We”
Goal: Join perfectly

Accepting self: rough
A job well done quite tough
Hoping it’s enough

He accepts me now
Accepting myself is how
We’ll join, “Our” life: Wow



Middle-aged, life-long Texan with a substantial chip on her shoulder.

Posted in poetry, relationships

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