It’s a weird time
To be in limbo
Personally, in the world
Privately, on my own
As I age, I get clearer on who I am
What I desire
What I can contribute
And what I want
Friends have asked
Do you want to marry
Have kids
The answers, of course, but not with just anyone
If the timing is right and the person is right
Until then, my contentedness
Rests on the fact
That my solitude brings me peace
And I only spend time with those who lift me up
I can think of many times
When this was not true
Musings and Flow 