Quietly, she ran through the night
her stars trailing behind her.
standing tip-toe wasn’t her thing
cowering had lost its allure.
come to me was her mantra now.
either you think I’m worth the effort
or you’re wrong.
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Wonderful! The perspective of age and acceptance, to me. Thanks!
Thank you! I’ve been somewhat circumspect the last few months and was chagrined to discover a string of largely cynical postings that revealed a mostly somber and melancholy mood. It was time to change all that! Here’s to a better, much improved 2018. 🙂
And thank you for stopping by!
Beautiful. Either you are here or not.
Star trailing and confident … perfect! 😃
Smiling ~
Thanks, Julie!! 🙂