WHO I AM NOT
I am not twenty~
No longer lean, smooth, unmarked.
Now my body is strong,
under a cloak of yielding softness.
My skin is not pearly
Nor flawlessly unlined and brown
from idle days spent perfecting
just the right look.
My scars, my cicatrices,
both inner and outer
have been earned;
often suffered for.
Reminders of where I have been.
I am not a girl
who falls asleep to dreams of possibilities.
I am a woman
who lives them.
Building on adventures lived,
planning explorations yet to come.
My body, although there is more of it now,
holds my soul.
As I am learning to be.
-GNB 08/2008 c.