i still feel out of place among them
you know,
those who are confident
and sure
and shake their heads, just so,
that their expensively blonded hair wafts gently
around their perfect faces
they always know what to say
and what to do with their hands
the bad times were so long ago
(i should have forgotten by now)
but it was yesterday
it was always yesterday
i am, at times, the newer me
chin up, shoulders back
walking purposefully
toward my exciting new goal
at other times,
i am that old me
with empty eyes
hopeless
the broken pieces of my life
sticking up like picket fences
around crumbling flower gardens
today
I felt so good
felt like I looked good,
walking tall and proud
i happened to glanced at my image
in a window
as I waited for the elevator
feeling strong and proud
ready for whatever was to come,
happy, as i looked again,
only to see that my duct tape was showing
tomorrow is a new day
i will get it right tomorrow
or the next day
or the day after that
It is a process
some days I am the swan
but
some days
I am still the duck
or
the seagull
