My youth is drawing lines in the sand

It was earlier today
in the dim light
of the tiled bathroom
that I noticed

three lines
that have settled
into my forehead

and leaning closer
to the mirror
noticing the tired
in my eyes
as if to tell me:

You aren’t so
little anymore,
so for pete’s sake –
start demanding

6 thoughts on “My youth is drawing lines in the sand

  1. Hi there. I know Liebster Award  is not a palpable award but I nominated you. There are no judges, no special rules. No website with an official team to congratulate you and hold your hand while making pictures. It’s mostly what you want it to be. If you receive the award, you can  accept it and pass it along or you can ignore it. It’s that easy and totaly up to you.

    I don’t know your ratings who cares about ratings anyway,  so,  I hope nobody gets offended since this is just a recognition from one blogger to another for how awesome they are. Kind of like a really big virtual hug!

    1. Interesting idea. I may just write a poem called “Are demands not declining with age?” as a counter to this poem. Though, the demands referenced in this piece are more along the lines of self-advocacy.

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