When I was twelve...

Crop_contactphoto-img_20141011_103833by Cat K.26 Aug 2015

When I was twelve
my days were black
And I hate to go back
to the memories
of that vulnerable girl
It still makes my
mind swirl
to think she didn't want
to live

When I was thirty two
my days were grey
and to my dismay
those feelings arose
again
my mind playing
tricks once more
The sunlight didn't reach
my soul

Now I'll be forty four
and I tally the score
of what my life has been
and I see a shimmering light
albeit from afar
And somehow I know
I'll make it trough
I am soft and tough
and I'll embrace myself
The new and the old