Past her Prime
They say I’m a woman”
past her prime”who’s
“run out of time”
but,
I have the ability to see the me,
who was 20. . .
Trapped in the loop of being the good girl,
no mistakes allowed, trying hard,
to make mama proud …
then at 30. . .
It was the same.
Playing that game, but now, I’m a mother,
with another,
other. . .
Then came 40, still selflessly giving,
then came 50, the reckoning. . .
the veil lifted,
clarity gifted,
wont’t play the game,
won’t be tame,
won’t tone down,
not going to stop,
telling my story,
even when they say,
“you’ve had your day”
“you look bad!”
Oh, it just makes me mad!
How dare they say,
I’ve had my day!
I’m not finished yet,
I’ve earned the right, don’t you forget!
They say, “she’s passed her prime”
“run out of time”
But honey, I’m only just getting started.
Look at me!
Look carefully!
Take a picture if it helps you see!
This is my time I’m moving into the light,
because it wasn’t right,
what went on before,
it’s time to open that other door,
emerge from
being told,
“you’re too old”
it’s “time to fade”
They say I’m past my prime.
But they’re wrong,
It’s my time.
I see the mirror,
my reflection.
It’s time now to reveal. . .
The real
The true
The one and only. . .
You.
A warm invitation to learn more about I am Maria!